Lines.

The page in a book
remains folded at the corner,
Half unread
and after been to places,
Near and far,
to write the story,
In a different way
I tried never to return to it.

My life still remains stuck
I think,
In one of them lines.




Poetry by sagi
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Written on 2021-02-06 at 01:00

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Pages folded, but memorable lines still recalled. Bravo, sagi.
Ken D
2021-02-06