Let me tell you how I clawed for the quiet
steady purr of an honest love.
I made myself at home in cramped spaces,
napped in transient windows of evening sun.
But every night I dreamt I was a gale coasting clouds and molting feathers dispatched
steady purr of an honest love.
I made myself at home in cramped spaces,
napped in transient windows of evening sun.
But every night I dreamt I was a gale coasting clouds and molting feathers dispatched
like lost letters: Return to Sender
Everyone leaves, but I stayed
long after the birds stopped singing.
Everyone leaves, but I stayed
long after the birds stopped singing.
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Author:
C.B. (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Love it
Woah-
what a wonderrfully written poem.
am quite taken by it.
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