I am where I’ve been
Crisscrossed lines on an atlas
Wrinkled boundaries
I am what I’ve seen
Pale postcards pinned to cork boards
Vibrant colors lost
I am what I’ve heard
Boarding calls to distant lands
Dim echoes through time
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Wow, I especially love the second stanza. So true x
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Thank you! The first one appeared in my head during the middle of the night. The second and third actually were conscious thoughts. I wish I could type in my sleep.
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Now that ..THAT would be brill xxxxx
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Love!
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Thank you!
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Wrinkled boundaries, colors lost, dim echoes?
No!
Just an excellent crafter of Words!
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Thank you!
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Thanks for the reblog!
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