Pathwise Poem by Christoph Praus

Pathwise



One hop, two
Lungs and with,
These songs we said,
Along this 'bandon,
Stretch of lonely road;

Though hollow hopes,
We dearly held,
Open arms and with,
Plainly cries of joy,
We scent the warmth,
Within the wind,
Where surely it will rise.

Friday, February 13, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: Nature
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