Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Wednesday, June 27, 2018
A search
I am looking for something that I miss
Made out of clay
Like a barouche, or maybe the end of the day
Presented before me- I know what I am missing
But I don’t want to go seek it.
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