In the hot sun is a place called home;
It’s where people are born and
where people fall in love:
Skies so blue you must squint to look at it,
Waters so green you must go under to see through,
Sands so rolling you must sleep on it
to feel it.
When you find a place like this
the wind will never blow cold ever again.
PD
stumpedwise.
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