There is a place somewhere,
I laugh and dance and sing.
There are no manners, there are no rules,
what happiness it brings.
There is a place somewhere,
winter and spring are the same.
There are no days, there are no years,
I have no gender; I have no name.
There is a place somewhere,
I am naked; I am free.
There are no rocks, there are no thorns,
just land and water and trees.
There is a place somewhere,
but I cannot stay there long.
There are no people, no enemies,
to nudge my soul along.
There is a place somewhere,
that is mine and mine alone.
There are no maps, there are no roads,
it is in me; it is my home.
About the Creator
Donnalisa Madrigal
There are seven of us now: Me, my husband, my daughter, my two sons, a daughter-in-law and my dog Raider! But I still carve out the time to complete puzzles, read about myths, psychology, and spirituality, dream, and stare at the stars.
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