Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Thursday, May 4, 2017
She remembers
How spoken to her, addressed
a sense of a midnight escape and a new star
dragging its tail onto the night
a lot like goodbye and a little like a meeting
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