The poetry soul

Travel 1 month ago

Finding Myself Along the Way

I packed my dreams and left one morning, with no clear place in mind. The road was long, the sky was open,...

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Hope 6 months ago

The ink is dry, the story told,The heavy covers crease and fold.I close the book and dim the light,Inside the quiet, summer...

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Hope 7 months ago

It rests within the harbor mud,Away from all the ocean flood.A heavy iron, rusted deep,Where all the sleepy fishes creep. It holds...

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