my home lies
amidst a great span of nothing
and my heart is full
of startlingly beautiful
things of little significance
I ache at the splendor
that stretches across nowhere
from horizon to horizon
I love no ones
one hundred miles from here
no one has heard the names
that fall soft as prayers from my lips
our anonymity shields
our small lives.
Please tell me what you think
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Very Creative.
I also treasure small stuff, not of value to others.
I feel the ache in this.
Joe
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