Where to walk ?
Look at them , gawk !
When all is bare ,
For all to wear.
Destined paths ,
like gentle baths.
So hazy ,
if only I were a daisy...
Among the dirt tracks ,
with my odds in stacks.
I hope someday ,
everything will be okay.
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TREASURE HUNT
PoetryMy second poetry anthology. The journey that I take to regain , the most precious parts of me... Rocky , but worth it in the end.
