We didn't have a map, and we didn't have a plan,
just the loose change rattling in the palm of my hand.
The sidewalk is cracked but the sky is wide,
with nowhere to go and nothing to hide.
It’s a brand new rhythm, a different beat,
finding the magic in a dead-end street.
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Author:
Lilmoonxx (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A more hopeful vibe - like walking home with a friend or just wandering around.
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Comments4
This could be anything from loose time with a friend to eloping with a lover with no place to go and no money. Well done
Lovely
hope it leads to your destination though...
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