I look out behind me
Seeing the land I once knew disappear behind the sea
That was my home
A place where I wasn't alone
But it was growing old
And I was forced to find a new threshold
So as I flew over the blue
I am leaving the only land I knew
Imitation Poem of Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost
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Poems Without A Purpose ✔️
PoetryWhen there too many thoughts in my head, I write them out in anyway I want. So, this collection of poems used to be all about depression and sad stuff, but I realized there are many more emotions than that. If you're reading this or any of my poems...
