There is a place

That I know

Beyond the moss

Clothed tree

Where no one rhymes

Between the verses

Every word is free

To roam

 

There is a place

That I know

Past the snow

Topped hills

Where someone pines

Between the pages

Every echo is trapped

To wander

 

There is a place

That I know

Over the stellar

Sprinkled sky

Where everyone finds

Between the books

Every truth is held

To cast

 Thursday Poets Rally Week 23

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