My Favorite Place

Poem

The Image is taken by the Author's Lover

Sitting in quiet,
As my thoughts conspire.
Longing for somewhere to be
Wondering,
Is this my favorite place to be?

A place where I can raise
my eyes to shine,
The breeze of calmness,
softly intertwines.

Blurring my worries,
like distant people I view,
Despairing on the horizon
as my existence renews.

Dropping my shoulders,
apples falling from the trees.
Withholding my inhibitions,
leaving every worry.

No lies remain to spell,
I dance with joy.
Every judgment,
I quell.

To reach this place,
I saw,
Long trails stretched out,
leaving me in awe.

Illusioned to pick one,
I gazed,
To follow the path that
leaves me amazed.

Buildings and huts in sight,
Leaving me awestruck,
bathed in light.

I want a moment to stay,
But fear
people may misunderstand and
a stray.

My head
under the sky filled with
stars from the galaxies,
Taking my fear away,
forming an eclipse over fantasies.

I waited and waited
to belong to my destiny,
Finding it harder and harder
to blend with the symphony.

Sitting in quiet,
As my thoughts conspire.
Longing somewhere to be,
Could this be my favorite place that
sets me free?

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