taking me to the paradise
I have always longed for.
Where the purple mountains
slope down to the sea.
Where fishing boats nudge at their moorings
waiting patiently to be set free.
Where a beach of sand
stretched as far as the eyes can see
and lovers walk arm in arm
under the moonlight at dusk.
A place of heaven on earth
where you can grow old
in grace and tranquillity.
A place of heaven on earth
where we would all
like to find and be.
24 September 2011
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falling like teardropp
against my windowpane.
Our love has gone
now withered to dust,
scattered and blown away
on the wind of mistrust.
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