Everybody searches

Rise from the ash,
grown in the sunshine,
A love was born,
sheltering a storm,

Been around the world,
just to search for a home,
But my love,
you were never meant to stay.

Under the willow tree,
I was on my way to the top.
But all I ever wanted,
was a reason to stop.


Submitted: November 24, 2022

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Good poem. I liked reading it.

Thu, November 24th, 2022 10:23pm

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