How far down can I be?
From the life that swallowed me.
Wandering down the same faded lanes.
Looking for mythical messages…
In this, the most old-fashioned of New Hampshire towns.
Where antiquated becomes motionless.
Laying about without a sound!
I would put a name to the provocation.
But am not quite sure how.
It is an unequivocal ride.
That will not end.
Not end until a name is pressed in stone.
Until then…
It is the longest of journey’s home.
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Aspiring to be the best at writing. Poetry lover, haiku and free verse to be precise, I hope to one day master
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Just a messenger of the Lord
Pen to paper.
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