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On My Way Home


April 13 – National Poetry Month Challenge

Silent purring,
gently rolling,
wheels beneath my feet.
Slowly shaking
and vibrating,
this is what I feel.
I close my eyes,
enjoying the ride
the beaming sun within,
upon my brow it doth now rest
and bids me fall asleep.

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A creative nut with endless possibilities to offer the world. Just need to start with one possibility - my words.

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