The Cottage

In a cottage
near
a lake
where
the meadow
is
pregnant with flowers
and
green, green grass
there
I will
find
the real me.

In a cottage
near
a lake
where
the birds
freely fly
and
sing melodies
so sweet
there
I will
find
my peace.

In this cottage
near
a lake
where
the mountains
stand
tall and proud
and
the white picket fence
shines with the sun
I
have found
a
world of calm
as I tread
on its
cobblestone path.

In this cottage
near
a lake
where
love abounds
and
laughter rings true
I
have found
the
heart of me.

This poem is part of Iremia, the Third Part of UNMASKED

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