Spring cleaningA Poem by SleeplessVolcanoI lost a poem I scribbled for you On the back of a Starbucks receipt I’m sure it’s hiding Somewhere at the bottom of a dozen boxes In my dusty attic Those meandering musings Is bound to cheer me up one day And possibly, you too If you still love me When spring comes © 2018 SleeplessVolcanoReviews
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3 Reviews Added on April 15, 2018 Last Updated on April 15, 2018 AuthorSleeplessVolcanoAbout"In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to". Robert Brault Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Pica.. more..Writing
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