I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple thing..
Where have you gone?
I'm getting old and i need something to rely on...
- Authors: Sylva (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: November 12th, 2025 02:00
- Limit: 7 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: Guys if you dont know this is from Somewhere only we know - keane and its my fav so lets pls stick to that
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 18
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