Jan 22
I know a lot of people, who are a lot of different things.
And some people share a few of those different things.
But each thing is their own thing.
The same things shown in different lights.
Displayed in arguments and cold summer nights.
Each person now their own hue of these lights.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poesia365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
