the year of lyrics: a poetry project

my search for inner-peace, one poem at a time

Day 269 – Tooma Park

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In my picnic-oriented mind,
I wish for woven baskets filled to the brim,
Packed containers of joyous colors,
And upon opening them,
An exposure of profound sounds.
Like Pandora’s box,
To be opened out of curiosity.
But without much hesitation,
I could satisfy my whim.
There, I’d dance and swim in the
Sweet air.
Oh please take me there.


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