The places I’ve been


I took a walk around the sun and
penned our conversation in ink,
I talked with the winds that roar and
collected a few of memories I had left
it came back empty spaces on paper,
I wrote poetry in the skyline.

I cried with the moon and
ripped a song out of its light,
I danced in the dawn,
I sang it to you
...you sang it to her.

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