Author Information
LOST
Folder:
ABSTRACT POEMS
Where are we going?
I hate this not knowing.
Around and around and around we do go.
Yes, that is all I know.
Silence is such a loud sound.
Will we ever be found.
We're getting deeper and deeper into
the ground.
This ne reminds me of my write "The Woman In My Mirror" Row after row of unconnected circles. I guess it is the way of life.
Blessings,
Lesa