My Place in Writing.

Nirvana is a blank sheet of paper.

I'm in a place where you'll never find me
It's my special place for only me to see.

As I write this poem my place expands
I play in the snow and write in the sand.

For I am living and loving this place.
My head is high, I've no disgrace.

You can not see me for I am free
This is a place for ghostly retreat.

We all have a place where we like to be
Writing is blissful come and join me.

This is nirvana, my place to hide
I let freedom cover me in high or low tide.

What is this place I hear you ask
Well it's a sheet of blank paper to fill is the task.