A serene peace fills my soul, like the sweet mornings of spring I enjoy wholeheartedly. Alone, I feel the charm of existence in this place, made for souls like mine. Absorbed in tranquility, I neglect my talents, yet I feel like a greater artist than ever.
When, while the lovely valley teems with
As vapor surrounds me and the sun strikes the dense foliage, I lie in the grass by the stream, noticing unknown plants and hearing the buzz of insects. In that moment, I feel the presence of the Almighty and the universal love that sustains us in eternal bliss.
I sink under the weight of the splendour of these visions!A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which
I sink under the weight of the splendour of these visions! A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone and feel the charm of existence in this spot, created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of tranquil existence.
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I throw myself down among the tall grass
I feel incapable of drawing now, yet I believe I’ve never been a greater artist. As the valley fills with vapor and the sun strikes the dense foliage, I lie in the grass by the stream, noticing unknown plants, hearing the buzz of life, and becoming familiar with countless insects.
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