Poetry – Page 57 – A Dash of Sunny

In the heat of things

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I guess it wasn’t entirely unexpected; the brilliant pearls of afterglow that sit […]

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There are days when daylight proceeds as if not prepared to come, and […]

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Now that I have breathed in you, my senses no longer respond to […]

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Shattered in ecstasy, the moon bends down to whisper into my ear, perhaps […]

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Dandelion seeds whisper your name towards the end of the day, can you […]

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Speak before the dust settles upon their graves, golden stupor, come sweep away; […]