I am wrong, I’m an errant,
Always on the road, constant.
I will keep making mistakes
To learn, whatever it takes.
Where do I really belong?
I walk by the roads, alone.
Wishing to find something right
But right’s putting up a fight.
I will keep wrong, with my flaws,
Happily, as time allows.
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The Mind of a Queen
PoésieNew collection of poems, now following the metrics, not just rambling words rhyming at a point. Also short stories and flash fictions, anything that comes near my brain.
