Storm
Perhaps the signs are pointing in the opposite direction Perhaps I shouldn’t be here Perhaps I shouldn’t have come Seems like uneven territory Quicksand, boulders, and landmines A breeze that panics and changes direction A wobbling path to a storm And here I am, right in the middle. Copyrights @ 2018 Maricel Jiménez Peña
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September 6, 2018
