Found Poetry 618

5/1/21

sometimes I feel like a lost and found box
my brain crowded by a variety of thoughts
     no one else wants
sitting patiently collecting dust
time turns sediment into rock
so I always find their use though
and mine gems to my shock

This poem was created from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Click here to get Leaves of Grass.

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