Conversations with Myself 1.9
May 16, 2020
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The world spun on.
The words like falling stars
in a blaze of fire
fell at my feet.
It seemed like years passed.
It was a day,
in decades.
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If life steers you into a dead end road, and you are trying to find your way, skip the GPS, take the road with no traffic. Founder studiO, early morning poet.
