Part of my inspiration comes from sharing my love of poetry with readers like you. I think to myself: there'd be no point to writing if I were my only reader! Thank you all for visiting!
Sunday, May 19, 2013
going going..
I like a woman with fire in her bones
And where her head should be,
There is a home.
And I wax and wane like crescents of the moon
If you turn away you might miss me,
I'll be gone soon.
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