I've been to this place before
I've travelled to this endless shore
In my dreams
Or so it seems
Yet I don't know what for.
It started as a story
The origin is not clear
and the memories
of hopes and dreams
remain to me so dear.
Now I've reached the shore
A peaceful place
With trees and sand
And love and grace
The sea does not call to me
The urge not there
to be out and free
I'll sit and ponder
and remain
to wait and rest
and feel the rain
The breeze
the mist
they are my veil
to shield me from
the storm
the hail
And cloak me from the pain
Thank you for reading
God Bless
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Big Dreams
Writer and artist who loves dogs, beaches, coffee and solitude
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