Paradise is where you make it
As when, where and why we're
both running barefoot
through a scented sun spring
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Dreams of paradise! ! ! Like an exotic Island. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
While jasmine flows in a thin breeze while your fingers lazily dances onto my hot skin as we're lying content on Paradise is what you make out of your life situations. we have to create our paradises. tony