2/28/22
I see life, and I see poetry
It's in the moments you store in memory
From the rustle of wind through the trees
To the grief that brings you to your knees
We take our life and turn it into poetry
Cause if we didn't
It would become trapped inside us until we drowned
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Another poem I didn't realize I wrote until I got to entry 37. Seriously not a fan of all that chapter title editing
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Thoughts Collected
PoésieA collection of poems written in my journal, and selected to be put here. The musings of a farmer and his life.
