The lights were shining
The grass was pining
The wind was whining
A way home
She glanced left
The turn was deft
Found no theft
Kept going on
Around again
no attention to when
dropping her pen
two turns back
the way was paved
home was shaved
nothing was saved
for the travelers
a perilous trip
stealing the grip
fast fly’s the whip
to meet with the pen
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Collection of Me
PoetrySo, this is a bit of a collection of my thoughts and feelings and hopes and dreams and just about everything in between (hey! that rhymed! maybe I am getting the hang of this poetry thing! ... yeah not really). It started out being solely about poet...
