HarthPoetry

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Knowing

I don’t know where I am

In this dark cold night

Feeling lost among the pavement

Wet feet in my shoes

A cascading flow of emotion

Thinking of her from the sea

Lakes of the wind

It’s not my time to go

But I have to go

And now I’m gone...

 

 

© 2006 David Greg Harth

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