456763.jpgStaring out the glass window

Admiring the pacific monster, sleeping

Snoring away as the wind blows

Whatever lies beneath it is a mystery

It must be so beautiful down there

The breeze settles calmly on my face

This is peace I feel

Under the comfort of my shelter

The place I call home

The place I where I was born and raised

Categories Poetry

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