Friday, 10 March 2017

Poem 1

I can't count the hours, for there are too many
Nor measure the distance, which is too far
I listen to the silence, that echoes around me
and sit here thinking about where you are.

Into the night I travel alone
dreaming visions I can't tell right from wrong
Searching always for a home
lost again, like when I was young

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