There is a place I go

Where dreams are said

Not put to sleep.



Where lighted roses grow

With dizzying scents

Sweet vapors deep.



Mysterious melodies

Of whispering rains

Across bare feet.



And I gaze unto hills.

Blue mists and green

Breathe peace in the whole of me.

  © Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)

 

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Old Woman On A Bench
Rosebush On A Hill
Mask Of Islam
Laughing Eyes
Petunias
Bliss
Autumn Leaves in Haiku

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