I'm walking alone,
In the emptiest of the roads,
Singing to myself and the lone,
All the dirt and cement it bore.
The sides are plain,
But the hills are echoey,
And they keep me sane,
While walking through the endless lane.
All the stars in the endless sky,
Keep reaching to me with their light,
Makes me want to try,
And get my hopes high.
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In Between Those Two Pages
Poetry"A little too less, tasteless, A little too much, unbearable." Such is salt, and so is life. To the rose I preserved in between those two pages for so long that the pages no longer smell of them. Highest ranking: #44 in poetry as of 08.12.16
