Poetry of People / Day 94

Today, we connected with Dan, 29, from San Francisco, Ca.

"Concrete rattled beneath, 

The passengers speak, 

The world at there door; 

Heading to the land of the stars, 

Lines of wait, followed by cars, 

Miles pass and awhile it last, 

Turn on the Oak Path 

Voyage of twelve to become tighter than a belt, 

The house lit with their individual selves, 

They're never friendless. 

Their love is endless

Time has come,

the journey must end where it begun, 

Closer then before,

right when they walk out the door; 

Each soars from growth, 

bridging the gap, 

one must when crossing a moat."

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