A Musing of MeA Poem by ...You left poems in me. The air is pregnant with you; I feel your lungs expanding in the ground as the Maple breathes, and the salt decides to linger around me. And its just like you to break the silence, and call me over to see the sky giving birth to the other side of your gaze. You would have written to me about the paths between the clouds, the mango glade on which you rest the sea of purple at your feet. © 2016 ...Reviews
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