When I Cry
Majestic illusions, dwell in my mind,
my special place that is only mine.
Filled with miracles, given through love,
my little heaven , when life gets tough.
A voyage I take, no one else is here,
I feel no sadness, I feel no fear.
The quietness, and serenity of an ocean voice,
waves coming softly, the air so moist.
Peace all around, no hassle of life,
my safe Haven of refugee, whenever I cry.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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