Mark Cummings


Compass - Poem by Mark Cummings

(Pounding softly your palm
On your chest)

This is a compass...
Pulled by something
magnificent
Feel it trembling
While you travel
The many roads passing
Beneath Sunsets
setting over the Very Holy Dust
You are made of

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Copyright (c) Mark O'Cummings
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May your Journeys be Many
Wide, and Awakened...

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 25, 2013


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