Have you ever seen a setting sun that spreads orangish hue?
Or the dewdrops that sparkle as the light passes through
There is a story deep down in every beauty that catches the eye
Be it nature or merely you and I
The story that conveys even fallen leaves
So dry and sunken, like the cheeks of an old lady at her seventies ,
But none put much thought into it
Even when they saw a boy hungry and cold
Sleeping on the sidewalk, crying out silently, unbreak my heart
For I’m too young to be slammed shut
Or nip in the bud
an enigmatic title to precede a poem of great tenderness
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Beautifully poignant!
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I am quietly listening to jazz while reading poetry today. Two of my top three favorite things to do. This fell gently on the strains of the music I have lilting in my ears. Wonderful combined experience. Much heart in this poem to embrace — well written.
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I’m glad you liked it.
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