Destination

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    Destination

    Sometimes this place gets kind of lonely,
    and my thoughts drift to you.

    Your eyes never remain one color.
    Sometimes I look and see lush feilds,
    grass blades rolling on top of one another
    in the musky Ireland wind.

    Or other times,
    I see a beach.
    Crashing waves,
    delecate shells decorating the foamy shore.
    And salty mists awakening my senses.

    And then,
    there are times,
    when I see both.
    And that's why your eyes
    have always been
    my favorite destination.

    By: Brandi Deacon
    2010

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    Jayandben commented on Destination

    03-16-2010

    Oh, how true this sensation fills our minds, our hearts!

    BringMeBullets

    03/16/2010

    Thank you! :)

    goldygirl commented on Destination

    03-06-2010

    This is just beautiful and very poetic! I like it very much!

    BringMeBullets

    03/08/2010

    Thank you.. :)

    Musicmynded1 commented on Destination

    03-04-2010

    What the funk? this is so beautiful,,,,,,, ur wrapping me up in your world.... be careful.

    BringMeBullets

    03/04/2010

    He he. ;) I like this...

    Marsink commented on Destination

    02-27-2010

    A vision of loveliness is on the horizon of words. Very beautiful and very well said- like a poet! You are gifted, Brandi! thanks for sharing, Kiddo! 10!

    BringMeBullets

    03/02/2010

    Thank you, Marsink. You are sweet. :)

    Skite commented on Destination

    02-25-2010

    I love your title choice, what a wonderful writing describing a journey thru the eyes. Such a beautiful line,' your eyes have always been my favorite destination'...great job.... :)!!

    BringMeBullets

    02/26/2010

    Thank you so much, Skite. :)

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

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