Sunday, January 10, 2016

winter nights


perhaps,

the sole purpose of my existence
is to be a verse in one of your poems
hidden in the dark
waiting
to be lighted upon

and oddly

that seems more than enough
to rely on

- a note to hocam
01/09/2016


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inhale
exhale

the first thing one learns
yet
instantly forgets

there is always
one more to take in
one more to let out
and
some to flow

'til,
there isn't
to remind

- inspired by pen fairy
12/31/2015

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