i always had
a roof over my head
but for most of my life
i have been homeless
direction less
astride
the seas of life
without a rudder
or place to go
it’s hard
to find your way
when your way
is weighs and means
mean spirited
spirited away
a way
from the things
everyone else had easily
easily lost
now i have
a home
a shelter
from the storms
and i am content
for the first time
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This is plainly beautiful with wisdom.
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i was recently told the simple ones could be as lovely as the circular ones.
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Agree! Being versatile is great for readers like myself.
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the most important piece to poetry
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