THE PROPOSAL
You called me around midnight
saying, "Let's meet, bring your flashlight."
To a place where the cloud touches the ground—
in pajamas, you kneeled and vowed, "I'll never let you down."
Under the moon, you showed me a simple shining ring,
and you finally asked, "Will you marry me?"
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MANIFEST
PoetryA collection of self-written poetry about the beauty of manifestation.
