Oasis
There is a sanctuary, secluded,where the travelling ceases
and the clamour of life will hush,
a retreat that shines
with memories painted like frescoes
and fine silks of pastel colours
soothe the eye,
rest a while, time displaced,
then travel on
returning often.
Poetry by shells
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Written on 2011-01-28 at 00:24
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