February 21, 2016 by Rosemerry
is it one small child
or the whole world
to bring you a small bouquet
my limbs a clef,
I circle the changing
song of you
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged holding, letting go, poem, poetry | 1 Comment
Nice, I see how the title floats these three. Especially fond of the first.
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