Stumbling and
awkwardly, I just
stagger across the page where,
I,
don't truly feel I
belong,
and somewhere along the lines,
the dots connect and
flow and harmony is achieved,
and inhabited by the opportunity seized.
as I just scribble,
somewhere along the lines.
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A Gaze Through My Reality-scope
PoetryA collection of 100 of my poetry works which are available on other sites, with a few exclusives.
