Yellow Brick Road & Down The Rabbit Hole
Poetry Pages by Ariel Dresser
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
The Around
There is a love,
In the vast magnitude.
And yes,
In the smokey air,
Or even our blood...
When we sit,
Indeed,
It is there.
Perhaps being the only REAL thing...
That will ever matter.
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