I never got to hug
you, hold you
in my arms, squeeze
you tight, feel your warmth.
I never got to hear
your voice in the same
space, not through
a phone but next to me.
I never got to live with you,
to cook together,
share a smile,
make you my home.
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The Sun Shone at Dawn
PoesíaThe wind blows harder under many shades of grey. The sun shone at dawn. *** A collection of haikus, tankas, poems about nature, climate change, platonic love, and any other poems I feel like writing or translating to English.
