Poetry – Page 32 – A Dash of Sunny

If breath is first

Sanaa -

I am sometimes loud, as percussion, as the wind chattering so as to […]

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There’s no one more desirable, please, if you will, gift me a sigh, […]

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No one ever talks about the ache that dusk brings; the most difficult […]

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I am not to everyone’s taste, the crisp cadence of soul drumming between […]

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I suppose it’s meant to be; a honeyed voice both seductive and whispery […]

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Food is a metaphor for ease; for lack of reserve that comes only […]