a-line
straight line
down the line
I find
dandelions
in concrete cracks
of sunlight
through storms
in the night
never tonight
in this twilight
of memory
a-line
straight line
down the line
I find
dandelions
in concrete cracks
of sunlight
through storms
in the night
never tonight
in this twilight
of memory
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Tagged as life as I know it, Literature, National Poetry Month, personal, Poetry, sometimes I think too much, writing
this was really very nice..i loved it! and the photo is intriguing as well
Great job! I’ll never look at a sidewalk the same way again!
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