a day of joy, a winding way
wandering paths—unknown, Free
O! joie de Vivre of getting lost you see
lost in the moment-found in Nature's embrace
joy, Joy — that should be free
feels like a muted cheer -
a sense that is Out of Place
YOU ARE READING
secrets from the lair
Poetryan anthology of bad poetry, but who cares [the lowercase letters all throughout are intentional, they're not grammatical errors]
