Just a place to clear my head,
Like watching fish glide across the river bed.
Where the water flows as a current
Making tiny white horses gallop across the shallow stones.
Just a place to rest my aching bones.
My aching soul. My aching mind.
Just a place to watch birds
And animals roam free,
Jumping, bounding, flying, full of glee.
Watching over them from a bridge
Looking out across the river.
Oh, the perfect place that would be.
But if I went there,
I'd never return.
Sinking far too deep into my thoughts,
I'd forget to come up for air.
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Poetry
PoetryYes. I am a nerd. I do write poetry as those of you who have read my cute little things book might know! I felt like I've been getting more inspiration recently and have decided to move my poems into a book of their own! I hope you enjoy reading the...
