My Special Place

My Special Place

There is a place, a special place where ocean water, ebbs and flows with rocks upon, which I can sit where no one, ever hardly goes. there I can stand, upon their forms and view, the miles of open sea, or listen, to her music and write, the lyrics sung to me it never changes, and often waits the old rocks, keep for me warm, the sea, laps at them constantly asking when, I’ll be along. I don’t, get to go there often but still, it’s my very special place, For there is where, I find myself when from the world, I need some space.

On August 16th, 2016, posted in: Poetry by Tags: ,
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