Thursday, February 16, 2012

Far Away

It is quiet but full of laughter.  It is soft but full of light.
Its fields contend with ponds that glisten in the night.
I hear the pitter-patter of little feet running down the halls
And laughter breaks that silence as it echoes off the walls.
Each door opens to a special place where love and grace abound,
And this, my far away home, is a dream yet to be found.

My far away is a distant dream.  A chance of what could be.
Full of hearts I love to love, but faces I cannot see.
My far away is a place to smile for every second chance,
A home where heartache will win no more, but our joyful souls will dance.
                         - jhen.stark

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