That poem


There’s that poem


and it’s not lost

it’s not grasping

at strange hands

at the roadside


to be bought home.

Yet I search for it

for I know it’s somehow near

and when I find it

I will find my home.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. rosemawrites says:

    wow. what a beautiful poem about longing for words and poetry. ❤


  2. Beautifully written. We all search for the precious thing that makes us happy yet it’s tucked in our surrounding. Isn’t it?

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