Follow The Sun Trail
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Ongoing5m
Last published Tue, Dec 6, 2016
If only poetry were flowers-
we would flount them off
expressing our talent
crinkled roses of soft paper
and delicate words
black ink
seeping into a scarlet dress
as we dress ourselves with grace
in the folds of black and night
while the stars say "good morning,"
and the sun trail diminishes
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you are the words left unsaid on my dry lips the whisper of something i wanted but could not have
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