The gentle swaying and melody
Of the air being pushed into our sweaty room
Lulls me
Into a calmness and contentment
Where I dream of patterns
Like running down a rather unused path
Or rattling on a train to nowhere
Perhaps a plane to take me to foreign country
Or just the steps of my walks
As I follow my friends
Into my dreams.
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poems of june
Poetry•Welcome, June. But first, coffee.• The poems will vary from "Tumblr poetry" to free verse to rhymed to anything that I think of at the moment. Happy June! (All of these poems are first drafts, but votes and constructive criticism are ALWAYS appreci...
