A wandering thought across a page
like meandering deer trails through the sage
you don't know where they will go
but you follow just to know
what mysteries may lie in wait
locked behind an iron gate
or in a pirate chest in the sea
words are always a journey for me
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 8:29 PM UTC
A wandering thought across a page
like meandering deer trails through the sage
you don't know where they will go
but you follow just to know
what mysteries may lie in wait
locked behind an iron gate
or in a pirate chest in the sea
words are always a journey for me
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