Author: Julia

MORNING POEM

  MORNING POEM Sometimes, like a plume of smoke rises somehow from nowhere, appears suddenly on the white sheet the first words, a new poem: dewdrops glittering on
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FUTURE TEAR

  FUTURE TEAR The wave growls, rebels, Its back of foam Smashes the moment, Leaves deep marks in the So terrified sky. Maybe one day The shadow of
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FOOTBALL PLAYER

  FOOTBALL PLAYER He’s a football player. Kicks a ball, every day, he kicks a ball. One day, He kicked love up high into the sky. It stayed
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