by Nancy Canfield

Created on: July 24, 2009

It comes to me from early years,

A paradise of joyful tears,

A silly dream, to which I flee

To lose myself in ecstasy.

Trees enchant and hypnotize

My foolishly believing eyes.

Trickling music fills my ears,

Bubbling brooks drown all my fears.

Cascading flowers adorn each knoll,

Enrapturing my very soul,

Yet contentment still I lack,

I entered without looking back.

Alone, I built my world of bliss
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Alone, I die of loneliness.

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