you're not the sea
i'm not the shore
we meet just once
not always sure
you're not a branch
i'm not a tree
i break at times
you are not with me
i know this time
at last we're strings
we may be broken
we still though sing
the highest hope
we think would bring
us close to someone
and be something
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Fools
PoesiaA collection of poetry found its way juxtaposed with short works of prose, conveying talks about what comprises the life of a fool, what it takes to be such, and whatnots in between. Fools is a book of poems and prose alike, dedicated for those who...
