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Thekingspen Oct 2020
This is my park,
It's in between the pages of a paper
Where I write in large to pour out my heart
The place my peace is found
This is my park, and it's my diary
For every human there's a thing or place we find our inner peace or solace, for me it's writing and my diary is my place of peace.
Ma Cherie Sep 2017
why do some
see only black
while others,
only white?

is what I guess
as they know not
of their light

but if they'd look
down deep within
they'd find
their needed sight

in an endless well of self
- too see
reflections of the truth
wisdoms inner peace is free
from years an distant youth,
uncovering your principles
the key

from a loving inner sleuth,

find the poet
-inner bard
find your "self"-
a lovely muse
giving you the lessons rare
that only you alone must use
all you'll ever need to know
in endless inside clues
to so carefully assess the past
to find the road for you should choose
in the pain is always victory
as no one will ever really lose

the poignant powerful messages
reflected in the blues

an the happy memories also
those are my favorite hues
the ones that bring me home again
just like Judy Garland's shoes

I click them now
now just three times
an close my eyes to see
a reflection of my home inside
in every single memory.

Ma Cherie © 2017
Idk if its done? lol ; ) happy long weekend!

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