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I was ambling through the meadows,

Basking in the sense of freedom,

Concious of all my senses

And rejoicing in my own little kingdom.

I took in the dazzling view in front of my very own eyes,

The sun was rising with its usual elegant decorum.

A flock of colorful birds

Flying carelessly with no aim.

It amazed me how peaceful seemed those creatures,

Knowing no danger would come to them.

I admired the graceful flowers,

Blooming with their regular charm.

The tree leaves,

Glistening with the sunbeam,

Swinging softly with the caress

Of a breeze that appeared on a whim.

The lovely cottages,

With the familiar figures living inside them.

The thought of staying forever on those fields

Made my face glow with delirium,

Yet deep down, I knew those were nothing but illusions.

I couldn’t fathom

That that little bubble to which I’d given form

With my consistent endeavors,

Could burst without any previous forewarn.

But of course, when I looked up to the skies,

I already felt that refuge of mine facing its inevitable doom.

The wind’s blows were no longer gentle ones,

What once were misty rose clouds were now dim, 

Gloomy figures turning into greyish hues.

A forceful hurricane started to loom,

Threatening to ambush my state of calmness,

Making me realize I lived in no utopy

And what I had been considering my fortress,

Was nothing but a stream

Of vast emptiness...