A Place Called MysteriesA Poem by SheActsLikeSummerI live in a place called Mysteries, a place that no one knows...I live in a place called Mysteries, A place that no one knows, A place where flowers bloom in the winter, And birds fly south in the spring I live in a place called Mysteries, A place I can call my own, A place where the sky is green, And the lakes, a crimson hue I live in a place called Mysteries, A place filled with imagination, A place where gravity does not exist, And when you sing, the sound travels faster than light I live in a place called Mysteries, A place that there's only one, A place where you smile for no reason, And can laugh all day without a care I live in a place called Mysteries, A place that is nonsense, A place where fish can breathe, And humans hold their gills I live in a place called Mysteries, And boy am I happy here © 2012 SheActsLikeSummerAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorSheActsLikeSummerCanadaAboutI wish there was a single moment in my life that summed up who I am. Just a short snippet of time that I could copy and paste here so I didn't have to rack my mind for something to say. But I kind of .. more..Writing
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