Try as I might,
to hide from the words
Distant and fleeting,
they still can be heard
The nouns are a kite,
lone verb as the tail
Flying within me,
my heart their contrail
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 11:22 AM UTC
Try as I might,
to hide from the words
Distant and fleeting,
they still can be heard
The nouns are a kite,
lone verb as the tail
Flying within me,
my heart their contrail
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
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