whatever time
is, it wasn’t
the day that
got away, I
don’t know when,
or the half of
where maybe
who should
want could have
without asking,
there’s never
etiquette in
emergent need;
so, this sky is blue
near a fountain
& sweet water
also runs
to those
who speak wing
& hover here
This poem is awesome.
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Thank you, Immanuell, close to my heart.
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