Wednesday, 12 October 2016

Los Angeles ~ A Poem, 1968

I looked up, straight into the sun & once the glare had subsided I saw hills, the sun & an Angel. Then the Angel came down besides me, looked deeply into me & then pointed in the direction of the east. " Go this way, if you want to not be lost any longer ", said she. Then I stirred, woke & began to realize that I had indeed arrived at home for, I was already where I started...in the city of The Lost Angels ~ Anonymous -1968 ~

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