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*I have this place where I go
when I need to be all alone.
I call it my place,
a place where the hurts of the world
quiet down and fade away.*
***I have this place
no one knows about
between a field and a willow tree
along a pastures edge.***
*A place of beauty, where my fingertips
can paint over all the wrong
and all the pain I feel
in colors bright and cheery.*
***A creek down around the corner
I go to when
things get oppressive
dark and hard.***
*It’s a place of peace, where the fears
of my heart slow and still…
A place of calm, where the oceans
of emotions lay at my feet
and weep no more.*
***And I sit there
I don't know if I meditate
there in this place hidden
but I get peace
I see love I hug this earth.***
*It’s a place where I can breathe,
where I feel sheltered, protected
from the coldness outside
of my canopy of shade… It’s my place.*
***They go to their place…..
……they visit very often...***
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Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 5:09 PM UTC
¸.•°”˜ƸӜƷ˜”°•.•.
*I have this place where I go
when I need to be all alone.
I call it my place,
a place where the hurts of the world
quiet down and fade away.*
***I have this place
no one knows about
between a field and a willow tree
along a pastures edge.***
*A place of beauty, where my fingertips
can paint over all the wrong
and all the pain I feel
in colors bright and cheery.*
***A creek down around the corner
I go to when
things get oppressive
dark and hard.***
*It’s a place of peace, where the fears
of my heart slow and still…
A place of calm, where the oceans
of emotions lay at my feet
and weep no more.*
***And I sit there
I don't know if I meditate
there in this place hidden
but I get peace
I see love I hug this earth.***
*It’s a place where I can breathe,
where I feel sheltered, protected
from the coldness outside
of my canopy of shade… It’s my place.*
***They go to their place…..
……they visit very often...***
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