if i’d only listened to the hum of my own heart

..

,
perhaps i might have stopped trying to name
my song, before the middle strains were done.

perhaps i might have wanted less, and wand
-ered more, roamed the floors of my own hope.

perhaps i might have stored up little treasures:
moonspill, kisses, smiles. wished less on stars.

 

 

..
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