Question

When a place is so lovely I walk slow, I long to let loveliness drown in my soul. I like to touh bird feathers I blow deep into them to find the soft hair beneath I like to count stamens too And weigh their poolen gold, I do not need the wine here because the flowers intoxicate me so……. To the deep of my bones I love old trees and the jade blue waves of the sea. (can anyone explain wt the writer is trying to say)

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Answer:

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Explanation:

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