Laying at the top of the green
Hand in hand,
Looking into the horizon
At the distant land.
A crisp breeze blows
Through my hair,
I’m soaking up the sun
Whilst cherishing the air.
My secret location
To think & remember,
A place I used to visit
Every December.
Admiring the nature
And the clouds in the sky,
So secluded
No one could hear me cry.
Surrounded by ducks
Scurrying the ground,
My heart is here
My home is found.
There’s a comfort
Found in nature,
A love that travels
Through the creatures.
Whatever the worry
I’ll have that spot,
Where time is precious
& time stops.
A place to go
My secret pleasure,
Full of balance
Which is my treasure.
K
Great Poem. I thought it was cool.
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well thank you x
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Not a problem.
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Very good. I do wonder if the 2 ””weres” are “wheres.” Loads of folks like it as it is, so maybe I’m wrong.
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haha it probably is, i am bad with grammar, thank you for pointing it out x
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nicely done, nicely done
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thank you x
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🙂
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You are just awesome on your poetic personality!
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thank you x
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Welcome 🙂
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Lovely poem, immediate, easy to relate to. x
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thank you x
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Very nice poem, love the flow ! Cheers 🙂
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thank you for reading and your kind words x
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🙂
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Shall I follow your blog? if assured to be treated with such wonderful poems ahead too
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haha my poems they make sense in my head, not sure about anyone else so cant promise, but il do my best 🙂
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That’s the spirit, add a fan to your list lady 🙂
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Thank you x
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