you'll find me there
past the turqoise sea of Palma
and the hot sun of Greece.
dance past the flowers,
careful with the bees.
past beech trees swaying to music
that sings to the night.
skip up the stairs,
singing your song
only your own
and you'll find me there.
3 comments:
This seems to be the first comment on your blog. What a responsibility! I love your poem. I can picture this place very well, the dream place, a place very close to our hearts. Keep on writing, Ona! Ets tota una poeta.
thanks! so whats been your April Fools prank? i like hearing them they're funny. this week i've so far only heard 2! i'd like to hear more though!
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