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                                                     C’est dans les forêts Où je trouve ma paix C’est à la campagne
God give me the serenity I do not deserve. A luxury bought with the blood of those who came before me. Give me the peace that comes from a privilege I did nothing to earn. And tell me I am loved
On a limestone laced hillside, Under a sun burnished Umbrian sky; Like resting peasants, the olives thrive.
   The rain has come again,  to grace sidewalks and streets and silicone handles on blue and green umbrellas, Oh! How the rain has come again.
birds twitter abouthidden pond comes into viewwater laps softly. . © 2018 Mark Toney.  All rights reserved. 
When i feel lost,   I feel sad, or happy, or thoughtful, I simply walk on the beach.  The seasalt air circles me,  Hovering and holding promises of adventures.
Unequivocal contentedness.    A trusty oak never fails to satisfy the search for philosophical soundness within one's soul.   Branches so perfectly placed the seem to represent a geometric phenomenon.
The last time I did anything meaningful You and I were sitting on the edge of an isolated pond
The sounds when nature calls I respond not, fearing I might speak a dark path of signs The sounds when nature calls I greed to be in my subconscious I'm healed
The sounds when nature calls I respond not, fearing I might speak a dark path of signs The sounds when nature calls I greed to be in my subconscious I'm healed
The sounds when nature calls I respond not, fearing I might speak a dark path of signs The sounds when nature calls I greed to be in my subconscious I'm healed
Sitting along the waters edge the wind flows gently across the water stirring the current slightly. Rocks and earth bellow the water, as the water glides downstream it eases the senses to a place of calm.
Clear water Clear skies Green grass, sunshine   Warm rays hug skin Gentle breeze blows by   Until the tide comes in sun beats down grass turns yellow
I still hear the children playing, They have their own homes now. I still hear the horses running, They have passed away now. I still hear the rain falling,
 Get in the car. Drive for a little while. Among the dusty plains. It's a place I call home. Don't know anything else. Purple ringed skies. In the air carries no lies. I can breathe easy tonight. The radio is real loud. But it soothes the soul.  A
What do I do when life gets rough,  when stress makes me feel like I've had enough? What I like to do is sit down and breathe, especially when I've found a good book to read. 
 you are stronger than you think;  strong enough to come back from the brink strong enough to write what i can't say; strong enough to save someone else's day you'll always be strong enough
My imagination chauffeurs my sensation. Safely to where? I don’t care.   Afar from my fears, and my worthless tears. Keeping my thoughts from my battles fought. In the rain to ease the pain.
You I love so dear Come with me to an Island And Peace we shall find
Years are drifting by, Life is passing through, Pain and sorrow surrounding you, We surpass the challenges, Only for new ones to form, We raise our hands, In hopes that everything will be okay,
I could not be without me. My memories; of them, of you.   I could lose my eyesight. I could go without hearing. I do not need to taste. I do not need to feel.  
"It brings me joy to see the sun rise As it warms over the world It touches my heart to see a stranger  Bring a stray in from the cold Because small acts of kindness Will be big someday
We are on a constant balance between good and bad, light and dark, life and death. These things make us who we are, but the balance must stay or we may end up on the wrong side.
Where do you go when you want to be alone? There are a thousand places in the world i call home.  Some I have only been to in my mind. Others are high rocks reached after a climb.
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I am awoken, not by sounds. The sun egging me on with its rays to arise.   Birds conversing, cheerful small talk. Inviting me to join the world outside.   The breeze, a mornings greeting.
I need to find a place;Where the music will flow,
Lean back, relax— as the breeze breathes in and exhales fog above the ocean's edge.   Let the breeze take you in along the sweet summer grass as the waves pull in,
I came here with the seagulls  I’m a born city-dweller  but the water crashes
The serenity of silence on a spring day. Clear blue skies and a warming sun. Nothing yells tranquility like this.
We awake to a hopeful sunrise. We play, We laugh, We love, We live. Always expecting bright and sunny days only to be dissappointed by the alternating shift of mother nature. Belabored by life; we dwell in weight. 
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Earlier this morning, I awoke to yellow. It was a soft yellow; Yellow cherry blossoms. . Now, Blue's blankets are gone. He stretches - endlessly. And white planes' ribbon-trails
One day I will never forget Was one calm, fall night. Among the leafless trees and the unfathomably dark sky
Fantasy Surreal, Whimsical Frollicing, Flying, Dreaming Fun all day and all play, No fun and all work
I accept the things I cannot change because the past will forever be the same my mistake are meant to remain
Light glittering gently off crests of lapping wake   thick rusty chains groan   in protest of my featherweight     fresh cut wet grass  
If together we pushed aside our hate, we can awaken the serenity inside us all
The beauty of nature puts me at peace, and as I observe it, my sadness will cease.  I look at the sky, watching cardinals whiz by, and the bulk of my stress is released.  From worry to wonder, my anxiety plunders, when I close my eyes and just br
Your laugh is a million fireflies, your heart is a sunny breeze, your dreams are like a telescope, and tears that dread a sea. Your love is a vapor of ones own bliss,
I yearn to love ones kiss, to enforce a sweet time of bliss, a sorrowful ache upon my heart which leaves me to miss my lover's embark. I swifly move on to a trail of your thoughts,
The key falls into my hand. The door opens. Piercing noises around me Subside. I have to hide, before they take me back.  I run Into a never ending hall of doors Leading to infinite worlds.
The rush of the wind is like the blood of the earth, And the chime from afar is calming. The crickets are crying, Serenading the sky, As the trees oblige to the wind's calling.
I want to wake up to that smell of oil, warm and thick, softening me. As I inhale, it coats my insides in an understanding embrace. But smell never stays with you, only its memory.  I remember the voice that went past my eardrums.
Stop, drop, listen, see. Birds sing, sun shines so brightly.... Vivaciously free.
I look out at the still black water 
Lately I've been dreaming of you. They were peaceful, happy dreams: Dreams full of smiles and laughter, Innocent dreams of love. I love you more than you know. And the times we share mean the world to me.
It’s when the morning light breaks through
The calmness the placidity, the silence A place without defiance. A mist lingers in the air Giving something for the trees to wear. The sun starts shining Colors fill the air Pink, orange, and violet.
the beauty of simplicity is an art in itself toes touching the dewy summer morning blades of grass
Oh sun, Oh sun How he does rise To watch the cheerful play, See him illuminate the skies, And hide before each day, Oh sun, oh sun What warmth he brings, To ever leaf and flower,
You're not right for me. No one is right for me. I'm not saying it out of pity. I don't pity myself. I'm not tired. I can't even say I'm depressed anymore. I'm empty. I'm void.
In the dawns of may   I cry to the moon For everyday I look My heart sings a lonely song For our love is a broken book
Waiting and watching for the sun to sink. To witness the colors that will paint the sky. All the different hues,
My destination was not to your heart, but your mind. Can I trick you into believing your mine? Of course I can, This wouldn't be my first time.
Each summer I would go- Could it be that I’ve Gone there every year? You would Think it would get tiresome- Roaming those sand covered shores, Barefoot and wandering
Clouds of ghost nothings evaporating across the dark Sun: stubborn. Stars, free, warm, dancing. Crying. Skirts. Women
Among the ebb and flow of the Earth Among the flourishing promise of human life  Among whatever secrets this land may hold beneath my feet True peace lies in the sand
Peace and serenity keep me sane When the crazy gets too much Pushed buttons always seem to stick And I can’t get out of the rush
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