Sunday, May 26, 2019


The landscape is cold and bleak.
I’m beginning to feel weak.

Ice is melting in my shoes.
I’m getting the winter blues.

I can’t find my way from here.
I had thought the town was near.

I’ve been walking for days.
I’m in some kind of daze.

There’s a break in the rocks ahead.
I hope they don’t leave me for dead.

My friends have to come back to me.
Rocks and trees are all I can see.

My friends are in the park playing ball.
I didn’t have to be afraid at all.

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