Little WinsA Poem by OJFor one short evening the space is filled Laughter Questions Confessions The present frames the past A shuddering warmth beside me Reassuring Unassuming Touching body and soul
The moment soon passes and what remains? A warmth A memory The space A hope? A little win? © 2015 OJ |
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Added on January 18, 2015 Last Updated on January 18, 2015 |
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