Someplace Nice

Lying on the grass

With the sun’s warmth and wind’s breeze

Is where I call home.


But there are days where

Dark clouds hover the sky and

It’s seasonable.


A day with the drapes

Wrapped around the skin and shut closed

Doesn’t seem shabby too.


I guess in this life

We go through different periods.

It can’t be just one.


So how about you?

Where is your own special place?

Is there only one?


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