Crestfallen Poetry
From the boughs of hope...
Monday, June 15, 2020
Midnight streets,
Empty seats
On a winding bus
With no destination.
Looking for meaning
In the next new town
Hoping to find something
You’ve never found—
Something you felt
Just for a moment
From a story
you hardly remember
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