Repetition By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
Gypsy winds come blowing in
reminding me of all the places I haven't yet been
The places I refuse to go
Had this dream of northern bitter cold ice and snow
Bad timing and running
South...things I couldn't handle in the pan handle
then somewhere west of Sacramento, couldn't find a friendly mountain with a lee side...couldn't find anywhere to hide
I leave everything behind
it follows
In the dark empty hollows lies the weight
on the heels of hesitation...getting there too damn late
No such thing as fate
just a cycle..a twisted in the middle circle
A side ways figure 8
No beginning
No end
Round and back again
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