The Peculiar Bard

The
road doesn’t
know me.

I
am his
stranger.

The
sound of my
voice is distant.

I
utter unusual
words.

The
clouds in my
eyes turned grey.

I
can’t see you
anymore.

The
things I write
are castles and sands.

I
am the peculiar
bard.

 

2016

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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