The Tree

Staring at a tree

nothing being seen

within though

life bustles

busily unseen

Looking at a soul

true emotions masked

within though

thoughts whirl

positive or dark

The unseen, equally or more important than the seen

My Poetry

Simple Pilgrim View All →

Once Lost in Nowhere, then Perditus

Now just a Simple Pilgrim

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