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Guadalupe


If only you could see,
My favorite place to be.
A place where I can rest 
Is nature at it’s best.
 
The water ripples near 
So loud it's all you hear.
A secret place to be, 
A spot made just for me.
 
In shallow waters still,
To touch would send a chill.
A shaded spot to sit,
Water surrounds sunlit.
 
A perch where I can be 
Made by roots of a tree.
Far off children will play,
But here is where I’ll stay.
 
A spot where I can pray 
And talk to God all day.
It’s here where I am still, 
Everything else is nil. 
 
Surrounded by beauty 
It's here I find my glee.
If only you could see,
My favorite place to be. 
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