| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
|
| >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Personal >> ID #532026 |
| |||||||||||||
|
welcome to oblivion
I hope you've enjoyed the journey take a seat make yourself at home you are in my world now sublime as it may be it is a happy place, if you want do you like what you see? let there be no limits or boundaries, beyond what you can see if you listen, you can hear the voice of the rain each drop is a rhyme from my lips the rustle of trees is a whisper from my heart let us sit on this porch swing and talk of what goes on inside this world you will have many questions and I will have the answers not many have access to my place but you have my invitation welcome to my kingdom
© Copyright 2002 Mark C Bradley (UN: auric at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.
Mark C Bradley has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |