the concrete lane
crevices cradling
dust of walk-by shoes
the stone pavement
in hope of holding
another stray peruse
the lonely bower
wishing for the walk
of a wandering muse
the forgotten street
forging history for
another ancient ruse
the bustling crossroad
still staying for those who
pass away, impart recluse
the dark alley
walled both sides, its
own escape, an excuse
paths, and ways
and maps and days…
stay grounded for them
to travel far
visiting frays of
passenger feet
remain all, alas
for what they
are.
Beautiful theme here sis, pathways can be transitions or destinations or hiding places…
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ive written this with the perspective of the pathways themselves…
idk, i can relate to them
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We all can, sis
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How r u?
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just okay?
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yeah. im just reading it.
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