Oh Montenegro,
The promised land, where the turquoise waves beat on the shore,
Here you forget of much done clumsily and that life is so short.
Ripe stars glow with a winkling shine in the deep night silence,
And here you're able to put aside the dominating mind guidance.
Montenegro is the beckoning terra, warm sea and sandy beaches,
It pushes quietly to forgive yourself for wayward-temper features.
It's small paradise on the Earth where there's no more pain in soul,
No more heavy burden on my wings, I'm in free flight like a wise owl.
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Author:
Natalie Gladmir (
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- Comment from author about the poem: the latest adventure
- Category: Reflection
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Excellent
Thanks for sharing my excitement about the last trip.
Cool outfit by the way, especially the red sunglasses. Lol
You're welcome and thank you
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