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Poetry

Each of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.

Neverland

22 3 10

by kirkpr19

by kirkpr19

I want to go to Neverland,

with Peter Pan holding my hand.

Slowly drifting away,

won't age another day.

flying free in the night sky,

each moment a higher high,

to the place that seemed so far,

to the right the second star.