Peace at the end of a dirt roadA Poem by SleeplessVolcanoRusted gates Welcomes you Mind the dust No need for shoes Wooden floors Tell stories, now Of timeless joy And sweaty brows Kettle’s boiling Sun is up We’re early birds Come fill your cup Milk is out There’s some bread Wake the cow Behind the shed Light a fire Feel the glow In places lost Your soul will glow. © 2024 SleeplessVolcanoReviews
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1 Review Added on July 2, 2024 Last Updated on July 2, 2024 AuthorSleeplessVolcanoAbout"In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to". Robert Brault Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Pica.. more..Writing
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