Lost amongst the sky-risers

Somewhere in the middle of sky-risers in Dubai, lost is the fresh air, the peace and the simplicity of humble corners for the solitude for the soul, which aches for those green sprawling grounds drenched in the lush-green grass and colourful flowers.
It aches to sleep in the heart of fields with the blanket of fluffy pink clouds contrasting the blue skies.
Somewhere in a small village in France, in a bar with brick-walls, with a glass of red wine reading Jane Austen.
Tall buildings and smart phones – you have no business here!


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