In 4/4 Time

Poem By Travis Bowden

look:
those strangers, those lovers, they met without a past.
they're making a story.
they're writing for the dreamers,
and leaving it behind for the readers

Comments about In 4/4 Time

A brilliant condensation. I'm so envious that I keep trying to rewrite the last line - but I can't!
Short, sweet and meaningful.Well written.Thank you.
Its short but beautifully written, flows


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