Into My Happy Place

Into my happy place- Stella D’vine

I seldom visit you anymore.

Into my happy place.

Where the grass grows in an array of colors.

Where the sky shows nothing but blue.

Where my mind conjures up all kinds of things.

 

I barely see them.

Into my happy place.

Where my friends laugh and play.

Where the trees sway with my inner music.

Where the wind caress my face as she drifts away.

Where the gentle leaves play.

 

I hardly remember.

Into my happy place.

This poem is about: 
Me

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