Always sitting, always looking.
The wind is bidding!
The mountains are crooking,
A bidding finger.
Packing suitcases, plotting on maps,
Exciting new places,
Life in a lapse,
As you head to the edge of the world.
Horizon's curve, gently round
Smooth earth's swerve,
With a sky for a crown.
The curve of the edge of the world.
-J.A.
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Poetry Collection
PoetryOriginal poems composed by Grayson Loffman and Jane Apricity.
