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Broken Pieces Apr 2020
The place I like to visit often is full of art,
It reminds me I still have a heart.
It's a place filled with questions,
A place where I often learn many lessons.
This place knows me better than I do,
It often shows me a better point of view.
It's often just filled with many facts,
I often am there for a while and it impacts.
This place is not very hard to find,
At least for me because it's my mind.
Pauline Morris Jun 2016
Poem of a wonderful place where many books was read.                      





                            The
                        Mas­sive
                  Hundred year
              Old tree shaded all
         That came to sit and rest
   It had five hundred limbs and
Leaves to many to count, at the top
                        Lived a
                        Monkey
                        Girl her
                        Hair all
                        Full of
                        Curls!!
"You are my escape from trouble,"*
you said.
And I am honored.
It's a different feeling
knowing that I am a safe harbor
and a refuge.
It is nice to be needed.

But I want to be more
than just an escape:
I want to be wanted.
To know that I am not
just your safe house,
but your favorite place.

I want to be the one you run to
when you need space to breathe.
Sure.
I want to be your breath of fresh air.
But I also want to be
the one you want to go to
just because*.

I want to be your favorite coffee shop
where you go
to start and complete your day.
I want to be your favorite coffee shop
where you go to when you're happy,
bored and tired,
and when you want to be inspired.
I want to be your favorite coffee shop
where you go to write
and where you just wanna pour out
everything that is in your heart.
I want to be your favorite coffee shop
where you go to
just because it is your favorite coffee shop.

I want to be your favorite art gallery
where you go to
when you want to see beauty.
And even though you've been there thrice
you'll still go back
because you know you'll find
the beauty you wanted to see.

I want to be that playground near your house
or your favorite park
where you go to, to just unwind
and clear your mind.
I want to be a place where
you know you can be you
and just relax.

I want to be the bookstore you go to
when you need new ideas
I want to be
where you go to
when you want to discover new wonders.

I want to be your quiet place
where you can seek
and ask
and think.

I want to be your refuge
I want to keep you safe
I want to be your home
I want to be your favorite place.
Written May 18, 2015
for You. :)

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