My Escape
Everyone has an escape,
A place thet go to get away and think.
Mine may not be Paradise,
but it's calming, natural as possible and beautiful.
If you see it,
you may, or may not think it is beautiful.
But look past the roadside, the houses, and ragged shoreline,
sit for a while and listen to what most people forget to hear.
During my escape, I sit and soak everything in,
the laughter of the seagulls, the whisper and shouts of the water.
I sit in the warm sun, enjoying the sights, sounds and salty smells,
sometimes, I'll dip my fingers in the green-blue water
and imagine the life and beauty beneath.
Come sit with me, escape with me,
and revel in the peacefulness, we can talk and watch the sunset.
For THAT is the most beautiful sight to see,
no matter where you are.
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