Some Days
my poems aren't really truly poems.
The words do not
sing and I, trying one after another
red yellow, orange, green
even though I know for sure
that every day is a poem
I have my doubts about today
my poems aren't really truly poems.
The words do not
sing and I, trying one after another
red yellow, orange, green
even though I know for sure
that every day is a poem
I have my doubts about today
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