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Soul Drifter
I can not dwell on where I've been
Or where ten years I'll be
The roads are gone, the rivers dry
Nameless faces I see
For if the path led straight back home
I wouldn't know the way
The cobbled stones, the quarried hill
My mind begins to sway
When sunrise turns to ashen waste
And trees, they fail to leaf
You'll find my soul amidst the stars
My poems, what's left of me
05/04/25
......day before Mom's Angel Anniversary
Copyright ©
James Marshall Goff
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