Compass Poem by Mark Cummings
Compass
(Pounding softly your palm
On your chest)
This is a compass...
Pulled by something
magnificent
Feel it trembling
While you travel
The many roads passing
Beneath Sunsets
setting over the Very Holy Dust
You are made of
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: travel
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Copyright (c) Mark O'Cummings
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May your Journeys be Many
Wide, and Awakened...
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May your Journeys be Many
Wide, and Awakened...
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