The Journey (Triolet) - Poem by C.D. Sinex
Adrift without paddles, compass or map
with no destination in mind.
The soft breeze caresses my back—
adrift without paddles. Compass or map
would simply imprison and trap,
setting false goals. What will I find
adrift without paddles, compass, or map-
with no destination in mind?
© C.D Sinex
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