I see it now. A home, somewhere. With a library. Something magical. Near timeless. That home, I would long for it. I would feel it across oceans, across country lines, across centuries. And I would be alone, except for the wind kissing my cheeks. I would be alone with the entire world at my feet.
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Poetrysuppose Truth was a woman... * * * A collection of poems & thoughts about life and death and everything in between. * * * Disclaimer: Everything you read here was collected directly from my notes and journals, so please excuse any excess passion or...
