Somewhere in the land of the friendliest, <br />Is a secret place many found but kept <br />In memories alive with longing of return; <br />For me, paradise found <br />At summer's end. <br /> <br />With senses excited to take each fill <br />Yet time waves ever so slow and then still. <br />Stop and listen to tales of once there was, <br />Of paradise found <br />That lost at end. <br /> <br />Now she holds me in her breast for forget <br />The darkness I've been, a life on a bet. <br />There's purity in how simple it seems <br />To make paradise <br />As life's own end. <br /> <br />Dumaguete: July 2007<br /><br />Mylah Ferrer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paradise-found-6/
