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VACATION
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| vacation. ......... |
| sweet mists of time |
| show me places forgotten |
| where vines weave free |
| among the wild flowers |
| in a forest green and lush |
| show me a place |
| that is quiet and beautiful |
| an underground cave |
| or a tropical island |
| where the birds might sing |
| their beautiful songs |
| and speak in their animal languages |
| happily chirping away. |
| happy thinking there is no one else |
| on earth |
| anywhere |
| just them. |
| then and there. |
| watching the sun rise, |
| then basking in its warm rays |
| watching the tide come in |
| and wash gently over my feet |
| and the feeling of insignificance |
| as i gaze at the stars. |
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Written By: Trin
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Submitted: December 20, 1999
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