At first there were
empty surroundings
not even a secret
glance traced
on the map, but
I was alive
discovering new land;
days in a precarious hope
so different
so many miles
so long ago
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Once daily, now a weekly posting of found text poems from books in my studio! Selected words on a page of text announce themselves as a poem! Hope you enjoy them! Please visit my other blog, with a daily posting each weekday, at http://www.missouribendstudio.blogspot.com
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