Found Poetry 874

1/3/22

we walk on miles of tries
our genius sometimes thin
the road often flat
bumpy, and impossible
we stay balanced
holding to the soft grasses on the sides
love over logic we proceed

This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.

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