He crossed the path he wanted to and was able to feel anew comfort and love surrounded him No more feelings of blue. The most he expected was happiness the least remembering his past but surprising himself he felt no pain And the hope that this would last. Seeing the clouds silky white Floating on a cushion of air the light was so invitingly sweet Sickly as a ripened pear. Dropped off gently he looked around Everything placed as he dreamed Coloured flowers blooming everywhere As his face lit up, it beamed. Paradise found life just beginning as flashbacks filled his mind Temptation vivid pictures were real And everyone was so kind. No place for hatred racism or war Everything rose-coloured and clear Children playing everywhere No one is full of fear. Nightingales singing in a melodic tune Trees whispering lightly in the breeze No animals caged, running free Do as you like or please. Waking up with a smile on your face Each new day brought with sunshine This place I now proudly call my home Is full of happiness and love, and it's mine.
My name is William Sinclair Manson. I am 60 years young, I am Scottish but now living in a small village in England. I have been blogging for many Years but recently joined Wordpress and I love it. I have made many new dedicated friends here and hope to meet more around the World.