Paradise
Take me to a place right away
I once called my own
I was content
to be where I wanted to be
Alone.
Joyful and free
I had made the right choice.
I was me.
Beautiful people.
Beautiful land.
Endless days.
Paradise
Paradise
Take me to a place right away
I once called my own
I was content
to be where I wanted to be
Alone.
Joyful and free
I had made the right choice.
I was me.
Beautiful people.
Beautiful land.
Endless days.
Paradise
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Wait! Spring | 0 | 04/09/2017 |
Disappeared | 0 | 09/11/2016 |
Blistering Lips | 0 | 07/18/2013 |
Glance | 0 | 12/22/2012 |
Sorry | 0 | 09/15/2011 |
Day and Night | 0 | 08/29/2011 |
Velvet Leaf | 0 | 08/29/2011 |
Paradise | 0 | 08/29/2011 |
Cypress Tree | 0 | 08/29/2011 |
Be Yourself | 0 | 08/29/2011 |
Farmer | 0 | 08/29/2011 |
Freedom | 0 | 08/29/2011 |
Paradise | 0 | 08/29/2011 |
Geometric Lines | 0 | 08/29/2011 |
Old Man Walking Old Dog | 0 | 07/23/2011 |
Wise, Win, Kind | 0 | 06/22/2011 |
Terpsichore | 0 | 08/15/2010 |
City Alive | 1 | 05/29/2010 |
Surrender to Myself | 1 | 05/29/2010 |
Everything Nothing | 0 | 05/29/2010 |
My Poem for 2009 | 0 | 12/29/2009 |
Cat and Ball | 4 | 01/22/2009 |
Passion | 4 | 12/17/2008 |
Quality Man | 4 | 12/17/2008 |
Pashmina Scarves | 1 | 12/16/2008 |
I Dream of You | 2 | 12/11/2008 |
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