The Endless Story
Micropoetry
There was poetry in that story
which I could read quietly
the story is over but now
there are poems waiting
to breathe.
I wait for the stars
to paint the night
before I sleep.
There was poetry in that story
which I could read quietly
the story is over but now
there are poems waiting
to breathe.
I wait for the stars
to paint the night
before I sleep.
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