Words on the Wind
They said poetry lives in books—
But I found it,
dripping from a streetlight at dawn,
scribbled in chalk outside a closed café,
humming through the metro rails
as the city remembered how to breathe.
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Poetry Trail Project
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Welcome to our group Poetry Trail Project! A space for us to connect and share with each other. Start by posting your thoughts, sharing media, or creating a poll.
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