in the land of hope
In the land of hope
I linger
Ready to catch a bone
From a dog who does not know he has lost it
I am a bit lost myself
Keeping this knowledge a secret
In the land
Where giants and princesses linger
In the land of nod
I bow to no one
My own person
Alive? Surely so.
But maybe not
Depends on who I am talking to
I am silent now
My own person
In the land of self
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2025
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