Water gushes out of a mountainside;
A brooklet passes by.
Vivid colors all around me;
Time cannot deny.
The ocean so calming,
My security it gives.
The forest extending;
Trees that really live.
Melons of paradise;
A unique experience.
The smell of beauty,
Definite in presence.
The happy children laughing,
Singing, dancing, acting;
In the warm sun basking;
Playing like never before.
In a peaceful happy state,
Does this dream exist?
In my own, perfect world;
Or have I gone unmissed?
~Alex Lynn Christensen
My Own World
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Nice poems.....I didn't ever know that you were a poet. Neat!
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