A place where dark becomes the light
and inner candle burns so bright.
Where dreams center to grow and sprout
and feel great peace so one can shout.
A place where love drifts in the clouds
and sounds of birds play nice and loud.
Where you and me can feel as one
inside the night and setting sun.
A Wonderlands not far at all
It is the place where we stand tall.
To face great change for fear to fade
replaced by love do join parade.
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 9:50 AM UTC
A place where dark becomes the light
and inner candle burns so bright.
Where dreams center to grow and sprout
and feel great peace so one can shout.
A place where love drifts in the clouds
and sounds of birds play nice and loud.
Where you and me can feel as one
inside the night and setting sun.
A Wonderlands not far at all
It is the place where we stand tall.
To face great change for fear to fade
replaced by love do join parade.
Inspired by Nikole L Thanks
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