my home
I feel the breeze of the ocean as I lay on the warm sand,
the sun kisses my skin,
I hear birds chirping and the trees swaying
to the rhythm of the ocean,
I soak it all in with gratitude
my home, my heart,
lies beyond the shores of tropical Hawaii.
07-30-2009
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| God's gift | 1 | 10/06/2009 |
| Empty | 0 | 10/06/2009 |
| lola rayne | 1 | 07/30/2009 |
| my home | 2 | 07/30/2009 |
| beauty in the eye of the beholder | 2 | 07/29/2009 |
| love me | 1 | 08/16/2009 |
| my love for you | 1 | 07/29/2009 |
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