I left to follow my dreams while you waited, but now we are strangers.
Tag: micro poem
One Minute
To recall just one, yes, I seek it every day, one minute of love.
Regal
Her regal stature towered over the giants who berated her.
Hand-In-Hand
Walking hand in hand we fit like puzzle pieces and dream of wholeness.
Ink
Writers make ink flow, like rivers carve the landscape to tell its story.
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