— a poem of potpourris.

Surprise, me!

After a thorough, elaborative plan of surprising myself.

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I’m amazed at how I’m able to write
six new pieces overnight
even after they came
just to spat at my sight.

I’m amazed at how relentless
I am searching
for the forgotten ones;
those none would even bother to look.

How I dance
gracefully under the sun
with a fractured foot — done by you,
without scaring the dandelions away.

How I allured
my faltered, fading smile
to once more return
to where they should forever be carved.

Through pages and all —
regardless of how thick
In the end,
I know I’ll be just fine.