underneth the dusty colored bricks
I sit relaxed,calm
every paged turned, I become more transfixed
to a place i go seldom
painting an image on my mind
remembering every detail
underneth the dusty colored bricks
A contest entry
- PIF/Picture Inspired by AliceinPoetryLand.
1100 points, ended August 17, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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You made this place your own personal sanctuary.
Very nicely penned. Thanks so much for your entry
Gaylene

