poem by me
you'll find me there
past the turqoise sea of Palma
and the hot sun of Greece.
dance past the flowers,
careful with the bees.
past beech trees swaying to music
that sings to the night.
skip up the stairs,
singing your song
only your own
and you'll find me there.
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