::My Refuge::
A place of warmth to get away
From the chilling frost of night and day
A place a birds and buzzing bees
From the haunting screams that call me
A place of oranges as sweet as can be
From a place where all have eaten but me
A place of that smells of mom's apple pie
From the smell of death that makes me cry
A place of bright skies, blossoms, and more
From the darkness that shall tormented me before
I made this place because I lost you
It's my mind, my world, my refuge
Gaian Grammar Guild
The Gaian Grammar Guild is a refuge for the literate, a place for them to post and read posts without worrying about the nonsensical ones.
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