Stretches of roads
paved with black.
Grab your things
never look back.
New adventures,
different zip code,
unknown everything;
fresh life bestowed.
It's time to unpack,
rest those wings.
Let this be the quencher
of your wanderings.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2019)
PoetryShort poems of varying subjects and construction, but deep enough to be swallowed in. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. These were written mostly in the year 2019. Please feel free to leave any feedback...
