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A fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi. (In front of you, a precipice. Behind you, wolves.)

Saturday, April 23, 2022

National Poetry Month--Day 23--Tetractys Poem--

 

Lost

Foggy

Mind missing

Head full of smoke

Neverland claims it's own soul once again 

Until its grip relaxes, pushes off

And I drift home

To the place

Where love

Lives

 ©2022 by H. Linn Murphy



 

 

 

 

 

 


 


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