This poem just made me cry… Adam writes amazing stuff…
Beneath the blanket of warm gray sky
rest wear wanderlust
rest passing pilgrim
rest earnest seeker
looking for life in odd doors
vintage windows
eclectic mixes
worn streets
and torn sheetsrest till the breathe you breath
penetrates the pulsing soul
evaporating the imposed veils of separation
Read the rest of the poem here…
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