Though Far Away
Most every dayYou’ll find me here
Though far away
With nothing near
Reading books
With tattered pages
Of future worlds
Different ages
Count the words
Count the lines
Imagining freedoms
The book now binds
Yes I am here
Well, in a sense
Ignoring all else
That is my pretense
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Copyright © David Williams 2023
Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda
Written on 2026-08-06 at 12:03
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