Monday, July 9, 2012
The world is a collection of beautiful things, if only you would open your eyes.
O return to the place that you came from
Be that a place where your soul stirs in the breeze
You close your eyes and fall into the euphoria
Again I find my reason in that corner where I am set free
Carry me with you, to the place of sincerest joy
Living in a fairy story, if only in a dream
I seek out my place in which I came from.
copyright 2012. M Josephine