Motions
Motions were what stabilized her,
Motions were what broke her,
Motions were what made her,
Motions were the world around her,
Motions were the feelings she felt,
Motions were the phases of her day,
Motions is what they called them,
Just going through the motions every day,
But she wondered what powered them,
And the energy that kept the world moving,
She wondered why it was that every day,
she went through the same motions over again.
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Traveler's Requiem [Poetry]
PuisiA collection of poems, tales, and feelings from around the world. From the life of a world traveler in exile. Top rating: #66 in poetry