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Let the day break
open like a crooked smile,
Let the trees leave
their answers in the wind.
Let the moon trace
her trail like an old friend.
Let me be
-gin.
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Prompted by Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 30. Whew.
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Let the day break
open like a crooked smile,
Let the trees leave
their answers in the wind.
Let the moon trace
her trail like an old friend.
Let me be
-gin.
..
Prompted by Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 30. Whew.
Your words ring true, if slightly blue, it’s almost as if I knew you.
My friend! I can’t tell you how much it means that you are reading me and commenting! Thank you! Cheers!
Oh yes indeed!
Who didn’t know an abuade was a morning love song ? Maybe I got it wrong !
Old friend