broken spirits

The aeon of mists enveloped me, Breathing the spirit of radiant morn, Nature fed me pomegranates and green figs, Soft hooved souls,graze in meadow at dawn’s first kiss, Here there’s no treason,no swords,no guns,no misdeeds- A land of fresh springs and wild berries, Here my eyes dazzled,my heart fluttered like a butterfly! Safe from war…