Can you see the dancing lilies?

Can you hear the roaring waves?

Can you feel the gentle breeze?

Look past that gray dull view,

And see something all to you.

Turn the boring visions into new.

Go to that private place,

Where the scenery is serene,

The place where the smell is so sweet.

Some things are doors to there.

The wind blowing in your hair,

When everything is so fair.

-Stephanie K.

Keyword: Imagine

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Posted by Tarhead Mugwump 2008-03-14 18:41:49 you know that was a nice walk through the park. unfortunately, oddly enough, I don't have a private place - I can only wonder and wish... + Report this comment
Posted by youngwriter4448888 2008-03-21 14:17:14 .... um, I meant a private place metaphorically, but it's good that you looked at it from a different point of view! Thanks for commenting + Report this comment

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