Stones mixed and forming,
Building distant rock formations
Creating secret hideaways for those to get away.
White smooth, pebbles beneath my toes washing away the troubles of my days.
My deserted paradise, long and sandy,
Filled with creatures that roam deep within its cool waters
And those that wander the land above.
My magnificent heaven just for me, a distant shore
Nobody knows, but me.
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Author:
Nina Withers (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
What a beautiful poem, Nina.
We all like to have that 'magnificent heaven', be it real or imaginary. A place to escape to when the pressures of life get to be too much.
Well penned!
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