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 (


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