My Secret Place Poem by Philo Yan

Moving like a river flow,
undercurrents, journey slow.
Seeking gentle bubbly stream,
floating foam and like a dream...

Dry your feet, get wet no more.
An oasis waits that leads you to,
fresh mountain air, a peaceful mind.
Go ahead and take your time,
feel the gentle cool embrace...

Find your stream
that takes you where,
drifting slowly, lay down bare.
There's no pain, and no despair,
light serene, nor hurried pace,
to finally find your secret place...

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