Beach sheoak
Swaying with the breeze
Softly she spoke
Living in ease
She said to me:
You are free
No one to appease
Your path is your own
And you’re never full grown
Learn for eternity
Live and let be
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Dominic Casey-Lee
Ecclectic, erotic, enigmatic. Exploring the mysteries of our existence through words, and hopefully providing some entertainment along the way.
Here you'll find excerpts from my fantasy project, stories, poems and general rambling.
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Amazing poem about life. life is what you make of it.