Ice Cream
On the white sandy beach,
I stand alone,
away from civilization,
on my deserted island.
I have only one thing:
Ice cream.
When the gleaming sun shines,
it keeps me cool.
When I begin forget,
it will bring me back to,
my sweet memories.
The memories of my past,
will bring me hope,
as I remember who is waiting,
for me when I return.
When I am bitter,
it will make the tears go away,
in order to continue my search
for a way to escape.
Time will be an illusion,
To me it will not exist,
as I find my way back,
to the people I most love, and
the thing I most love,
My family and Ice cream.
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