The Lost Line

The Lost Line by Jack A.S. Dunce My pen could reach the fabled Shangri-la With vetted words and imagination, Arranged for beat and rhythm like la, la, la, In just a day of mad dedication. Those bright stars could be our destination, Maneuvering through words like space debris, And weaving vivid, lifelike descriptions -- An odyssey through the vast cosmic sea. But when it comes to you, the words escape me. --🏵️-- ©️pgmr 05/28/2025 *dedicated to Yani. Keep dreaming.