Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Thursday, December 3, 2015
big, light, seperate
Fairy lights on her window,
cellphone light on his face,
this is newness, a heart of a cloud
poured, shred, making a big world small.
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