Imagine an Island,
one just for you and me.
When we want,
to get away from it all,
we will fly over the sea,
over the sand,
and over the trees.
There is a place,
where we could stay for free.
A house I built,
with blood, sweat, tears,
and lots of pain,
and lots of prayers.
Now this place,
is only for us.
As far as the eye can see,
is a plus.
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Author:
Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 1st, 2018 17:16
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Comments1
That island sounds a wonderful place.
It is, but right now it is only an Idea. Someday, it will be for just me and wife. Thank you for commenting. Persistence is key
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