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John Destalo
Poems
May 2020
losing my religion
her form was
shapeless
like a dancer
she moved in
spiritual ways
her soul lived
on the surface
she was a child
of a god
she could be hurt
but not damaged
she spoke pure
like water from
a cold stream
her eyes radiated
creating energy
I lost myself in
the color pale blue
and when
she disappeared
I could not
find myself
Written by
John Destalo
55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)
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