Sunday, July 22, 2018

poem of the day July 22


What of the lake?
What of the sea?
Would they exist without you?

Would they exist without me?
Eyes born of many bones 
The long road of wisdom 
like a snake full of turns
creeps in this lifetime 
one step at a time 
I see the old garden 
three  trees in a row
the soil beneath them
believes this is so

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