You come and you go.
You're like the wind
that seldom blows.
From where you hail
no one can know,
And your thoughts
are like worn braille
for eyes that show
nothing but unknown.
Here's to you and
your yellow brick road.
Find your heart
and let it grow.
Find your brains
and let all know.
Find your courage
and come once more.
And when you are here,
Go no more.
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Simply Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems by Sean Arturo Last. You are encouraged to leave your interpretations in the comments. -- © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.)
