My Favourite Place
Poem As I listen to the words coming out of your mouth, I imagine a world where I would rather be. A mountain full of yellow flowers instead of snow, with blue butterflies landing...
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The Sojourner
Life Poetry Walking down this dusty road Shaped by those before me It crumbles behind face As I sojourn in this place Grassy lands begin to brown From under my bare feet Egressing...
