I called to the spirit within
That thing that drives me
And forces me to begin
Another journey
Another day
Another hour
And here she stays
Not very far
In fact, she’s so close that I couldn’t see
That she was me
.
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Tag: poetry writing
The Untold
Her name was difficult
From a land he’s never seen
And her face was delicate
Unlike anything on T.V. screens
But her story was not a movie
It’s one that have never been told
And she keeps quiet
Hoping the story will get old
And no other will be created
With such cruelty and pain
Still he wonders how to pronounce her name
Where?
I lost it, somewhere
Between parking lots
Traffic lights
And
TV screens
That magic I used to see, unaided
.
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Stranger Paths 
