There is a place some call…”La, La Land”
Where our minds… sometimes wander to.
Where one can sit… and dream their time away
In a “La, La Land” just for you.
No one else… can ever enter in
Many have tried… but all have failed.
To awaken one from their “La, La time”
Screaming out your name… to no avail.
Where one seems to stare out into outer space at times
Or they just close their eyes… as if in some deep of sleep.
Dreaming of nothing… yet so intense
Going into their own “La, La Land” so deep.
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And as I grow older the more I fall into this land. A fun read, thnak you