SketchbookA Poem by LJWIf I had known how to sketch the final outcome, I never would have sacrificing words of love for the love of words I said the sounds out loud, so as not to forget to pictures in hallways, not of you I seemed dark blue to the crows when they went swooping daily across the horizon in both directions near the place where angels cry under the cover of night, invisible hands to hold my head up high, they told me I was more than one broken wing attached to a body willing to go or a book that can't be closed broken pencils carving into my binding rendering me useless I said to no one in particular save the wind in my hair There are two colors I never could match.... Then the sketchbook reappeared and you were in it We build temples inside of our walls. © 2022 LJWReviews
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3 Reviews Added on September 26, 2022 Last Updated on October 2, 2022 AuthorLJWNew EnglandAboutI have been gone for a very long time. Writer's block. It's a thing. Good to be back. ❤ more..Writing
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