apoetpossibly's Letters
Peace is hazy unclear untrue
A dream I had an unspoken truth
Water slip-dripping through my fingers
Wrinkled hands hunt pearls at the shore
Always grasp-gripping at nothing
Where is the peace I yearn for?
Together at last
Relief floods through
Open blinds
We made
Our own little corner
Carved it out just so
I hope you never forget
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