A Dream Place Quite Unknown

            By Michelle Holt   

There is a place I dream of, it's eerie bearing cloud;
It has diverse dimension, a sleek majestic shroud.
It's mountains look so old,
Timeless if you will
This land by looks seems cold
And yet I cannot feel.
The skies remain a deep cyan, the air is crystal clear;
A journey through a sleepy land, I hold this place so dear.
I'm floating now, ever high soaring on the breeze,
Through the cyan sleepy sky;
I fall upon my knees.
Enraptured in its grace, taken in by mass,
Swallowed by this place, a scene that's soon to pass.
I hate to think of leaving, a tear falls from my eye;
Eternity still weaving, I then begin to cry.
Oh, this place was peaceful, I feel once all alone.
This never-ending sequel;
A dream place quite unknown.

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