Wandering
My body knows this way,
I tread this path every day
Trying to find the way to go
Wandering if I'll ever know
Testing and trying and wandering through
Seeking to find what I'm to do.
Wandering
08/29/2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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God's Will | 4 | 09/03/2009 |
if i could see | 6 | 08/28/2009 |
demise | 3 | 08/28/2009 |
dusty little book | 2 | 08/28/2009 |
innocence lost | 3 | 08/28/2009 |
Love is | 2 | 08/28/2009 |
Against all odds | 1 | 08/28/2009 |
scattered petals | 1 | 08/28/2009 |
unforgotten | 2 | 08/28/2009 |
Wandering | 2 | 08/24/2009 |
whisper | 6 | 08/24/2009 |
what you mean to me | 2 | 08/24/2009 |
Just Questions | 4 | 08/24/2009 |
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