stillA Poem by m.s.early
for a moment
i was able to be still. hearts flew out of my hand and i was able to see everyone. i lacked everything comfortably, and i could hear peace. there was no loneliness only echoes of laughter healing all that shared it so. © 2018 m.s.earlyReviews
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9 Reviews Added on December 31, 2018 Last Updated on December 31, 2018 Authorm.s.earlyVAAbout"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..Writing
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