tap of each key
drip of each tap
click of each tongue
i could drive
until the sun reaches the night
watch the moon
run into the sea
fall off a mountain
put my head to the earth
feel the grass rustle
the wind breeze
the water trickle
i could run barefoot
until the rocks cut
rough and jagged
but i stay
in my room
alone
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Author:
xqw (
Offline) - Published: March 9th, 2025 14:34
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Comments2
A great write of (I could but I don't) A very nicely imaged poem
Lovely imagery as you read this well written write, enjoyed the read
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