Two Pilgrims

Somewhere south of here, there is
A paradise. I met a man who had
Been there once. He gave me directions,
But I couldn't find it, and, when I'd
Returned to him, he said, “We're
There,” but both of us knew we
Were not.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-06-11 at 12:49

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