Oh, To Write.

June 28, 2012
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Writing is an escape.
A place where I can go.
If you have a sanctuary
Then you already know.
Poems are the shoulder
On a highway of hurt.
A change to picnic
In the grass and the dirt.
Stories are seeing the sun
After being kept in the dark,
Finding your lost dog
And hearing his bark.
Reading is a kiss
From your long-lost love.
Noah on the ark
Seeing the dove.
Literature is what
Deserves my whole mind
'Cause even the greatest luxury
Couldn't be as kind.

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sbets said...
Aug. 1, 2012 at 8:25 pm

Exactly how I feel. Really captures the moment. Great job!

Please read, rate, and comment on my poems! Thanks!

so_joy replied...
Aug. 17, 2012 at 9:00 am
  That's me^  
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