Life in the alley, the last free place. A place of puke, poverty, parables and perfidy.
Friday, June 20, 2025
Threads: Roadside Life
I miss you like a wounded child; A summer dream now ended Exploring Horizons of hope Forgotten by a foolish world Glittered did The path we walked Anxious for a new dawn coming
What happened To the song we wrote? Waiting for the final note So I'm left Writing poetry Stranded on roadside life
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