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Mar 16, 2010
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Dance
Quite a ways cross the meadow
over the hill by the brook
is a place that I know of so fair:
that deep in my heart
I cling tight with my soul
because peace for me waits on me there
I know it sounds trite
and you'd never believe
that a place such as this could exist,
But I say that it's so
my own solace is there
'tis a place that I cannot resist
theres quite enough magic
to go all around
for it does what its proposed to do
removing your doubts
and calming your fears
so you can focus on all that is true
theres a peace to be had
but theres quite a large trade
so bringing with you's a must,
I'm talking about
pure focus and faith
but the main thing you must bring is trust
as you wander around
the comfort sets in
and does soften the hardest of hearts,
completely taking away
the shadow colors
and brings happy paint by buckets and carts.
Then there's a tune
that plays through the wind
using serendipity's chance;
and given the choice
to sit still in the wind,
I hope that you get up and dance.
over the hill by the brook
is a place that I know of so fair:
that deep in my heart
I cling tight with my soul
because peace for me waits on me there
I know it sounds trite
and you'd never believe
that a place such as this could exist,
But I say that it's so
my own solace is there
'tis a place that I cannot resist
theres quite enough magic
to go all around
for it does what its proposed to do
removing your doubts
and calming your fears
so you can focus on all that is true
theres a peace to be had
but theres quite a large trade
so bringing with you's a must,
I'm talking about
pure focus and faith
but the main thing you must bring is trust
as you wander around
the comfort sets in
and does soften the hardest of hearts,
completely taking away
the shadow colors
and brings happy paint by buckets and carts.
Then there's a tune
that plays through the wind
using serendipity's chance;
and given the choice
to sit still in the wind,
I hope that you get up and dance.
— docmaverick, Mar 16, 2010
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Seren
16 years 2 months ago
Dearest Doc
docmaverick
16 years 2 months ago
Thank-you, seren....
Antoinette Mar…
16 years 2 months ago
My Doc.....
Kailashana
16 years 2 months ago
I was just thinking that,
Antoinette Mar…
16 years 2 months ago
Thank you Kailashana.....
docmaverick
16 years 2 months ago
Kailashana....
docmaverick
16 years 2 months ago
Thanks, Mom....
docmaverick
16 years 2 months ago
Too right !
raskin
16 years 2 months ago
Lovely, gentle and