Beneath the golden globe I wax
a million miles from home
my mountain of dissension long eroded,
though lost I’ve seldom sought my tracks
preferring virgin loam
but now I think a map must be encoded;
I’m weighing how to neatly pinch
my vast unease to just an inch.
Are You Reading Me?
1 comment:
Cheer up...it's Wednesday and you'll be home before you know it. Home is the one thing we have to do without once in awhile to really appreciate it as I'm sure you will! Have a good week. The same moon and stars are there for you wherever you go. Just look up a lot!
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