in the great big whole of things
in the hole where the part should be
it seems so small
too small to count to anyone but me
in all of it, it still matters
with miles in between
it's too much, too far
never to reach
but hearts do fly
the sky still holds hope
to see the same star
and dream
will it
can it?
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PoetryWhat words cannot say, they sometimes do. This a collection (ongoing...) of thoughts and fears and joys and worries. Some of the things in here you may have experienced or encountered before. Some you may not have ever witnessed or thought of. Pl...
