The Word

https://open.spotify.com/episode/4GN2oAPvGYPu4coGg9469D?si=79b4aab2bcc3464f I find a word somewhere on my morning walk, and I don’t know what it means. I stash it away in my bag as a keepsake, a reminder of the wonderful morning I feel lucky to breathe in. The horror starts when the bag starts getting heavy. My shoulders ache, so I place it …

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Soul Journeys

Dreams unending streaming of data from subconscious Poor, illiterate me makes informed guesses but never finds the key To a treasure which can wipe out ignorance poverty of spirit put me on the right track Nirvana is still aeons away… I’ll keep running anyway https://dversepoets.com/2021/07/26/quadrille-132-your-poem-theme-stream/