Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Friday, June 12, 2015
Tracing the If down my thoughts
if the heavens are a little merciful
the dead would lay the living to rest
if the living work for an abstraction
how do they tell the change in the season?
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