The North StarA Poem by Lonesome TravelerThose three people...I wonder if she knows? Sharpened senses, second child. Felt all of this a time before same desperation, less riled.
I wonder if she knows? Or dismisses, a wordless face. Empathy she never imagined we have both born that mace.
I wonder if she knows? Or sees nothing but life. Striking up chords, sad melodies they briefly placate our strife.
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2 Reviews Added on February 3, 2013 Last Updated on February 3, 2013 AuthorLonesome TravelerUnited KingdomAboutYoung, British and naive going on cynical. Searching for the right path, and all that mother jazz. " Pass the parcel, sometimes that's all you can do. Take it, feel it, and pass it on. Not for me, .. more..Writing
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