Wednesday, January 19, 2022

solace

no kisses come in the morning
or in the evening before I sleep
everyday, grows more apparent
I'm not the solace you seek

in the words of a stranger
in the heart of a friend
one has no beginning
the other has no end

a cactus flower in this valley
with the breeze I bend
white-washing all of the fences
that keep me here hemmed in

in the words of a stranger
in the heart of a friend
one has no beginning
the other has no end
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Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License

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