A petal
a bird’s wing
the trace
of a song
brushes my cheek
when you smile
in the city
in the rain
I can smell
the roses.
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Monthly Archives: November 2015
Earth Rising
The human heart
when viewed
from the moon
swirls in blue
a teardrop
of color
swims in
infinite black
a fragile drop
among
stark, white
stars.
