Paradise

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    Paradise

    Take me to a place right away

    I once called my own

    I was content

    to be where I wanted to be

    Alone.

     

    Joyful and free

    I had made the right choice.

    I was me.

     

    Beautiful people.

    Beautiful land.

    Endless days.

    Paradise

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Louiza’s Poems (26)

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