My Place

I saw my mind fly in the air;
it landed but I don’t know where.
I know it was a wondrous place
with birds and trees and lots of space.
‘Twas there I felt the gentlest touch;
the touch of joy and Oh so much.
It’s to that place that I do go
when e’er I need to feel my flow.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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