Category : Poems

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A place I often visit
Is the center of my imagination

Where dreams become my temporary reality
And the world bends to my will
There I am healthy

The aches are gone
And the pain but a memory 

There I have a home in the country
With room enough for my girls

In this place I create for my peace,
Sometimes there is a man
Who puts me at ease. 

Then I remember
That this loneliness is temporary
And doesn't change my reality. 




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