DesideriumA Poem by Lydia
Baltimore is just
a place I go in my mind an unlikely destination where we dance like heathens and we feast like we have known the famine still be still and listen everything has a story to tell us even old crossroads and hatched patterns carved into our hearts if you listen in the stillness in the quiet moments before the dawn is certain when the only guarantee is darkness you'll know where to find us © 2022 Lydia |
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