The Peninsula Retreat

He walked with despair He screamed at the world But no one seemed to care In built in his mind Puffs of smoke like time Billowing through life He sat once or twice Catching his breath on the long march He told himself “As long as you can breathe You’ve got a chance” Godless mountainsContinue reading “The Peninsula Retreat”

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