Some of us are made to be out in the world
And some of us.... not
But then which world?
The world of silver, all glitter and light
Always in the sun?
Not for me
My little world is green
Sometimes damp with rain
Has clouds and pink and blue sunsets
And is a place where all things quiet are possible
Sometimes even love
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Author:
Lorna (
Offline) - Published: February 11th, 2018 06:03
- Category: Love
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Comments5
Have to agree, some are attracted to the bling, and some to the birds that sing.
This is soooo good. I re-read it several times with pleasure. I relate to it readily.
Thank you for this, it goes into my favourites.
Aren't you nice - thank you!
Very good write, love can be found in so many different places, even in the dark ones.
This was so sweet. I wonder if you'd check out my latest poem "Falling" I think you might enjoy it. It's about love.
I will! Thank you!
nature is where the peace is,the fresh air,the beautiful sky displays,apple pie and love
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