I spent the morning
Immersed in the sweet pages of peonies,
In the wind
Beneath an emblazoned moon,
Spiraling in the shadow of a plum tree.
A chipmunk, the
Lush dark of a tail.
Drops of pear juice
And a soul souring through
Thousands of spirit-lengths.
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Someone Like Me {Poetry}
PoetryWith power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.
