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| The Gulf coast of Florida ... |
your whisper stays with me
my heart beats
into hurricanes for eyes
your little poems strewn
like ill fitted clothes
all you ever did want
was to run naked
back and forth
from wombs
and into where
all the rain
goes to dream
of sunny days
again
EJR ©
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ReplyDeleteNot sure I'll ever understand the gifted part but I sure do like to write poems ...
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