Air as fresh as a new born life.
Atmosphere soft, to get through it you don't need a knife.
A place of heart warming peace.
A place where all your troubles you can release.
All around a quieting sound.
Love off everything does rebound.
Oh to find a place so perfect.
Where all does not have an uncivil defect.
I hope one day i find such a place.
For evermore i would have a smiling face.
- Author: Wallace ( Offline)
- Published: December 1st, 2017 03:09
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 5
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