The scorched soul
wants the bleak winter mile
as much as summer’s smile.
Earth welcomed a reprieve
the sun begging and worn out
a need for notierity too much.
*originally written and published 1/14/2017
under the rubble u find me breathing
Oh that IS lovely!
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And your comments keep me full. 😄💛
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Oh good–I’ll try to say “something” 🙂
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