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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Llano, Texas
[time] => 2003-02-13 02:20:00
[hometext] => a reminder for me of a special night out on my land. It's my little piece of heaven.
[bodytext] => The all-knowing moon stairs back at me through his blue mirror,
Mother natures music mystifies my brain, Nothing to say no way to explain, When I am here I forget all my problems, The world is huge and full of mystery, No one is here but the stars and myself, We share this time, All flaws are lost, Our world is perfect, I sit back and enjoy the beauty before me, My bodies my vessel, I explore this new land, If I follow the trail, Soon my feet hits the sand, Pause for a second and think, No picture would do, The colors too special for paint, No man could make this by hand, This is the land I share with closest friends, As I approach the full moon, I walk through his reflection, It rushes under me as if it’s alive, Cool breeze hits my face with welcome, This summer night full of memories, No one greater than another, Further I drift into this great blue mirror, I reach my destination, Stars and moon staring back at me, No interruptions, Alone I sit on this rock, Listening to nothing, Such a beautiful sound, The rushing water below me, No knowledge of time, Calmness captures my soul, I don’t want to be found, I sit upon the clouds, Hoping never to come back down, Forever etched in my mind, My piece of heaven, My place to unwind, Llano. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 185 [topic] => 54 [informant] => Paul [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => happypoetry )
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