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Submitted by whitetea on 7 January 2008 - 4:16am.
Style / Type:
freeform
sometimes I think of burning
paperboats
you would never sail
girlhood was with you
was with sandals
in the mud after the rain
and now the pain of watching you
you with no yesterday.
take everything as fuel
burning down hills,
trees,
the clover we’d pick
you made it a flower
to me.
there is no stop
there are only the times I remember.
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Your poem captivates me. I read it over and over. Your voice I have not heard before. Sweet,innocent and mystical. Truly an experience.
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