One day when I am older
And no longer must try
I want to live a sedentary life
To be one with the rocks and mountains
And have foliage swathe my body entirely
And should they need me
Which they will not
Might they come to trek the ranges
And lead a similar life
The crisp air would fare them well
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Poems of an anchor
PoetryI'm a poet, and yes, I know it I am very fond of poetry and writing. I'm the kind of person who never verbalizes my feelings. I prefer to write them down, transforming them into literary works of art. Words bear comfort and catharsis for my heart an...
