*
it comes up
as water gushing
out of a broken pipe
the flood of tears
when I sit face
to face poetry
meeting me
.
.
.
.
*
it comes up
as water gushing
out of a broken pipe
the flood of tears
when I sit face
to face poetry
meeting me
.
.
.
.
Beautiful!
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Thank you Larry!
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Beautiful
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Thank you Vicki, a new one, connected to this one, is out today!
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Are they tears of sadness or joy, or just tears that come with the appreciation of beauty? : )
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When I face Poetry, especially after some times of distracted or forced distance (read the poem before, The Other People), that’s what I feel. So I guess all of what you listed 😀
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