Mapping Out - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

I am viewing maps
and i know of cities
and secret places

of my heart and when i
take you there

you shrug your shoulder
and shake your head

they are what you
as places where i
should live

and so we part ways

you fly away from me
and i become an island
without a tree....

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  • (6/16/2013 7:16:00 PM)

    Great one neighbor, I'm back, stop by. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 30, 2013

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