The girl from Brazil sits at home in Holland
Dreaming of faraway places, not cold like Scotland
She dreams of warm rays raining down from the sun
Sitting on golden beaches with friends, having fun
She hears the sound of waves breaking in her minds-eye
Sometimes she wants to just go there, makes her cry
Home they say is where the heart is, to her this is true
On days like this it brings a smile to her face, takes away the blues
She can almost feel the warm waters lapping at her feet
Where she feels at one with the waves and all they so greet
A calm comes over her as she breaths in the sea air
In this place of beauty, a tranquility comes to bare
For this is Monica’s happy place, of where she needs to be
To clear away the cobwebs of boring conformity
She shall have her dream soon if she so believes
Then she can immerse herself in warm waters up to her knees!
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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