Traveling with that
paper friend,
It's all my concentration in
The lifts.
That's the nature of traveling?
Ride with 'til.
Flying departs... a small town
Where farms are hills,
And abandoned fields
Like the universe,
Can be arrested
For drummings or art...
Like sports?
Flying arrivals... A legend in the reflection,
Hills are farms again,
Unnotices the tag, the paper friend.
A reject with the traveling bag
Holding on
And staying safe.
Too, sleeping 'til then.
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K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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