Paradise Found Poem by Mylah Ferrer

Somewhere in the land of the friendliest,
Is a secret place many found but kept
In memories alive with longing of return;
For me, paradise found
At summer's end.

With senses excited to take each fill
Yet time waves ever so slow and then still.
Stop and listen to tales of once there was,
Of paradise found
That lost at end.

Now she holds me in her breast for forget
The darkness I've been, a life on a bet.
There's purity in how simple it seems
To make paradise
As life's own end.

Dumaguete: July 2007