I cry for the winds to carry me
to the place where there’s no pain.
A place where I am young again
with meaning to my name.
Where I could hear the waterfalls
or sit and watch the waves.
A place of love and music
no worries and no stress.
Where flowers bloom all year
a place where I can rest.
Where I can always hear the music,
the songs that I love best.
I know that they will take me there
when the time is right,
but I’m not really ready yet.
There’s too much left to do.
~The Tennessee Poet~
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