Still can’t figure out their rule for writing/ Maybe another time.
MY FOREVER HOME
Cicadas hum music outside my window
Sound heard ever since my childhood days
I must be coming full circle
Still can’t figure out their rule for writing/ Maybe another time.
Cicadas hum music outside my window
Sound heard ever since my childhood days
I must be coming full circle
When I cannot see
My fingers do the walking
Bodies can surprise
I’m in a new home
Muse fermenting energy
Most welcome gift
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poetrybyheart.me@poe… on MY FOREVER HOME | |
poetrybyheart.me@poe… on Same old problem | |
Pleasant Street on Same old problem |
poetrybyheart.me@poe… on Same old problem | |
Pleasant Street on Same old problem | |
poetrybyheart.me@poe… on MY FOREVER HOME | |
poetrybyheart.me@poe… on Same old problem | |
Pleasant Street on Same old problem |