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While walking,
I was chased by a dog,
That
Snacked on my trousers.
Walked lost in a desert
For four days,
When I only wanted
A star filled night.
I’ve died on mountains
Climbing to the top,
I’ve died crossing
Rivers
Fording them.
Not living is not a
Life lived.

NOTE: This poem is part of my e-book of poetry “Conflict”, now being sold on Google Play.  You can even pick up a free sample.

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