Snap!
It breaks.
Lead stains the page;
the ivory paper
smudged with
an accidental line
of charcoal gray.
Just rub it out,
It's not a permanent mark
like the ones engraved
in our pasts;
Those moments we regret.
True, they're all marks
that follow us round forever.
But would we have learned anything
if those marks could have been
Easily rubbed out
Like gray smudges on ivory paper?
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Heart Flow
PoésieIn life we all learn lessons that, sometimes, we need to share. They may be sad, they may be happy, but those lessons will always be there. For us to learn, for us to experience, because isn't that how life works? So with this collection of poems, I...
