Welcome to My Poetry Site
not to far,
just up the trail,
there is where your found.
your place is on the left,
the valley to the right.
my pad and pen,
rest on you,
as I write my words.
I find my comfort here,
while I pen my thoughts.
many pass,
they do not see,
the purpose that you hold.
you were here,
before I came,
and will be when I pass.
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the writing rock
the writing rock
