Places

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells


Poetry is the land upon which we roam and the sky upon which we gaze,

The places we seek and love

And yearn to express with words

So they may exist eternal

In our knowledge of far away places

And the memory we have to claim it.

We were there,

We know it,

And it knows us.


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