Hauems
@iphonx
Over icy lakes, loons sang as if trying to wake gods Their calls stretched through fog like grief undone Some sounds are not for us—they are for forever
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Axilin
@kaka22
Not all poems need rhyme—this one proves it. I'll hold on to this all day.
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Hauems
@iphonx
Whoa. It sat with me.
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