Path of Oblivion

Inspiration: One of my first written poems, while I was reflecting on one of the moments of joy of serenity in nature.

Under the moonlit meadows
We go into the starry night
Just to get away from our troubles
On the nature's bench
For the silence, the peace, 
Without listening, we heard too much
Hiding in the moonlight,
Treading on different paths,
Leading only to oblivion,
Up in smoke we are.

A Thousand Needles

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