Paradise


the clouds rested low

disguised as tufts of cotton

escaping the seams

of the mountains.

greens and browns

fought for the right to be worn.

the indecisive ocean near by,

hitting the shore

then receding,

washed a calm

over the landscape.

the townsfolk

forever hypnotized

by this peaceful nature.,

forever trapped

in paradise.

lulled, relaxed,

no hope of escape.

walled in by creation.

imperfection contained

by it's opposite.

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