0

My Poetry. A new place called home.

21 May 2022
Share
He crossed the path he wanted so badly
and was able to feel anew
comfort and love surrounded him
no more feelings of blue.
The most he expected was happiness
the least remembering his past
but surprising himself he felt no pain
and hope that this would last.
seeing clouds of silky white
while floating on a cushion of air
the light was so invitingly sweet
sickly as a ripened pear.
Dropped off gently he looked all around
everything appeared as he dreamed
bright coloured flowers blooming everywhere
as his face lit up and beamed.
Paradise found a new life
beginning as flashbacks filled his mind
temptation was vivid pictures were real
and everyone was truly kind.
No place for hatred racism or war
everything was rose coloured clear
children playing in every place
not one had the need for fear.
Nightingales singing in melodic tune
trees whispering lightly in the wind
no animal caged everything running free
this was a place free from the sinned.
waking up with a smile on your face
each new day brought with sunshine
this place I now proudly call my home
is full of happiness and love, and its mine..
Facebook welcome.
Please Share me.
%d bloggers like this: