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Finding that happy place (poem 4)

Deep in my heart there is a place I will go
Where stories told, where flowers grow
It is my little hiding space, when things are fierce
Through the dark shadows, it will pierce

Deep in the ground sprouts a wild red flower,
Just like our souls, it has the power
To reach, to climb, to ebb its way slowly
To pastures new, to find whats holy

Deep in your heart there is a place you will go
Where stories told, where flowers grow
Wonder around and you will see
All the things that were supposed to be

High in the clouds a ray of sun shatters
The darkened soil, and all that matters
Has come back to life through the heat of day
Come back to life, and then there you will stay.

Deep in our hearts there is a place we will go
Where stories told, where flowers grow
Our souls may sing, our hearts hold a mast
For our happy place, for now, is here at last

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Georgia is my pseudoname. Michaelson because THE ORIGINALS. I blog about random life events, mostly centred around mental health.

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