May 15

Tranquility

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Before me lies a vastness, it looks much like emptiness Not within my Heart Or Upon the ground It is in the deep blue Indian Ocean, Tranquility is to be found

Noiseless, except for the hum of the boat In the middle of the Indian Ocean, we float Basking in the hot golden Sun Watching Pods of Dolphins, leaping, playful having fun

Life cannot get much better for me As I float in the middle of the Indian Ocean Sea I believe I have found my peace, Tranquility

The Maldives

 

 

Such a beautiful vision, no wonder it is entitled, "Tranquility!" This poem places one right in the midst of a tropical paradise! Very nice, Jackie!

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