Send Poems

send poems she said

I thought

how small a poem

really is

dark scratching

smoke captured

I thought of life

its shared tears

the red, ripe strawberries

waiting in real life

learning in life

to go slow enough

to hear the ones we love

be brave enough

to move ourselves

on on

I thought

a poem isn't life

a poem is easy

her eyes are life

pleading for more

asking only for


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