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a poet sits in a corner mind adrift floating some eons away nether here nor there but somewhere in between yesterday and tomorrow and today a reflection escaped from a mirror a voice without a mouth an ocean trapped in a tear a story told over and over again in a forest where every tree growing makes its own sound death is a mystery woven into the fabric of life grief is the thread to which we use to mend our hearts tragedy is the sacrificial lamb to the alter where we will find our laughter again and love... love is a sweater in the lost and found waiting to be worn by anyone in need of warmth knitted from the softest yarn from the generosity of kindness love is row of crooked deciduous teeth in a fresh bright smile not yet ready to be traded for quarters and trinkets all giggles and sugar in the innocence of youth the magic of children love is adrift a vibration connecting every heart from this corner to that drugstore from the gas station to the solemn park bench both here and there anywhere and everywhere looped through yesterday and tomorrow and today
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Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 12:02 AM UTC
Poet’s Corner
a poet sits in a corner mind adrift floating some eons away nether here nor there but somewhere in between yesterday and tomorrow and today a reflection escaped from a mirror a voice without a mouth an ocean trapped in a tear a story told over and over again in a forest where every tree growing makes its own sound death is a mystery woven into the fabric of life grief is the thread to which we use to mend our hearts tragedy is the sacrificial lamb to the alter where we will find our laughter again and love... love is a sweater in the lost and found waiting to be worn by anyone in need of warmth knitted from the softest yarn from the generosity of kindness love is row of crooked deciduous teeth in a fresh bright smile not yet ready to be traded for quarters and trinkets all giggles and sugar in the innocence of youth the magic of children love is adrift a vibration connecting every heart from this corner to that drugstore from the gas station to the solemn park bench both here and there anywhere and everywhere looped through yesterday and tomorrow and today
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akira-chinen
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akira-chinen
122/M/American
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 12:02 AM UTC
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