Treasure Island

nicky joyce

(17 08 81 / devon)

Surrounding`s


Beautiful surroundings dazzle my eyes
A sense of laughter taken by surprise
Thinking of travel and the big wide world
Looking for inspiration while you toss and turn

Fulfilment fills the inner you
Breathing heavy and sighing to
Feeling subdued lacking a smile
Thinking of health the once lost life

Such precious gifts to be had
Tiny little fingers grasping a hand
Like wandering through the open grass
Twinkling stars made of glass

Sunlight hitting such gracious glow
Lifting spirits within an empty soul
Touching hearts threw thickle times
Losing sight of all those crooked lines

Such bridges we build with all our might
To take the weight of our heavy sight
Borders and scenic views
Blows away the simplest blue`s

Submitted: Monday, October 07, 2013
Edited: Monday, October 07, 2013

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  • Danny Draper (10/12/2013 6:13:00 AM)

    Perhapse the 6th last line should read - Touching hearts through fickle times

    A fine poem with a great message of wanting and desiring more to answer the call of possibilities. (Report) Reply

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