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via Travel by Edna St. Vincent Millay

 

Don’t go away,

a voice was speaking,

it is too late in the day,

but the voice in her head kept shrieking.

 

Your life will pass you by,

how do you expect to achieve what you are dreaming,

if there is a limit to the sky,

but you can already hear the train steaming.

 

You have a plan to make,

leaving all to not knowing,

what it will take,

or where you are going.

 

http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-five/

http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20745

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