Feb 11
I believe in love. In an ever-growing, dynamic love.
I believe in the ground under my feet,
And the sky above my head.
I don't believe in Atlantis, or aliens, or ape-men.
Nevertheless, I hold out hope for pleasant, picnic days,
And freshly, ground coffee in misty mornings.
Things I have come to know well,
things that hold me as securely as I hold them.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poetry365 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...
