Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Saturday, December 31, 2016
Premature birth
He was born premature
but didn't want to acknowledge
darkness comes before light
at the wrong hour he was born
but he knew, it was for the best
to be out in the world
than be blown like an aborted idea
on a mid-winter night
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