BeamsA Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell
How many virgin corners
are sprinkled all over the world? Never been touched, never been tread on, never felt the warm glaring beam of a glossy flashlight Before I'm old, I want to try to unearth at least one I want to point my flashlight and watch dust swirl in it, I want timeworn pebbles to crunch underneath my soles, I want my excitedly curious eyes to dart to something clean I want to see what a fresh start looks like and I want to get lost in it
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1 Review Added on January 17, 2015 Last Updated on January 17, 2015 AuthorEmmy J.M. PowellAbout22 year old hag with frequent mental collapse, a mineral collection, and an addiction to reptiles “And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to.. more..Writing
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