A Sip from Solitude
Joni James Poetry and other words
Pandemic
I'm dreaming of far away places
In my mind
Away I go
Dreaming of possible landscapes
Not too far
This reality won't
Let go
Sand under my feet
Salty wind
In my hair
The birds overhead cry
In my mind
I go.
Joni James 2020
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