I can’t recall the perfect hideout…
but considering a tree to climb
followed by plans to stay away from your demands.
My quest, consisting of remains unfulfilled.
(I had better luck in the dream world).
Finding Space— inspired. Private and Warm.
Welcome relative strangers.
Scrutinize their potential…
I was negotiating space for these sensitive negotiations.
The wars with territories are sometimes redrawn.
I rest still following the world’s hurricanes.
So precious.
I hope you have a little hope.
If not, find it or
Keep climbing into the dark sky.


About tanyas13sonnets

poet and dreamer
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