look what I found
under a rock, around the bend, in the backseat
it’s been missing for some time
but it’s been found
now let’s find that thought
floating on a breeze
a thought
to find its way to me
to breeze through my fingers
pen to paper
stroke to pixels
thought to words
a thought needing to be found
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2 comments:
itd great info.
I like this poem.
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