Modern Day PlatoA Poem by S. S. Allen
I reckon as we lie under the canvas sky.
Each a'body parallel to the other. When you ask me what I want to be. "A writer, you know...", I confess my desiderare. But you grin so purposely. And your eyes reify my passion, Because you knew at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet. © 2017 S. S. AllenReviews
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