A Wander
The idea that I might wander lonely,
be seduced by a ramble,
not in a breathless city, but
to traverse the nature of poetry.
To forget that I am.
That I am.
for Poetic Bloomings “Forget”
A Wander
The idea that I might wander lonely,
be seduced by a ramble,
not in a breathless city, but
to traverse the nature of poetry.
To forget that I am.
That I am.
for Poetic Bloomings “Forget”
It's Still Life 
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