I am alone at last in my own little paradise,
A place where none but me can be seen.
The breeze plays through the trees around me
As I watch sunlight dance off of the leaves of green.
A brook is out of sight but still close by,
Seeing as I can hear it singing it's gentle song.
It bubbles and gargles it's way to it's destination,
Somehow managing to take me along.
Who could ask for a better place,
To rest from the rush of the world around?
It seems that here, in the thick of the forest
The bliss of solitude has been found.
A contest entry
- The Bliss of Solitude by Pamela A Lamppa.
3500 points, ended March 25, 2008, 16 entries
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Comments
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This sounds like a wonderful place to be. Filled with the serenity of nature and quiet solitude.
A lovely entry to this contest. Thank you so much for this. You have made me smile. Best of luck in the judging. ~Pamela
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