Lost

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


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Submitted: October 30, 2017

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Looking up at the stormy sky,

It gives my no reply;

Gloomy face glowering down,

Laughing at my tumolt.

 

Looking left or right,

Not a safe path in sight;

Wishing, wanting, hoping, dispairing,

For someone to come and give me by bearings.


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