Carry me out the ocean, where my drifting
thoughts flow free.
Guide them to a far distant land, that only
the mind can see.
There I shall paint a great portrait, of what
this world should be.
A place without senseless wars, and human poverty.

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"POETRY AT PLAY"

A poem is but a thought, a mere memory
caught at play.
One's visions reenacted, by the passing of
each day.
Treasured waking moments I've accumulated
along the way, shall be locked within these
pages, where they're forever bound to stay.