She Only Needs a Poem

It follows the shadow

It wets the mist

It colors the color

It swings the wind

 

It pains the fear

It drains the pain

It stirs the calm

It stacks the moments

 

It drugs the dream

It calms the silence

It digs a deep whole

Within, it sucks all in

 

It’s her intellect

It’s her finery

It’s her throb

It’s her everything

 

It’s a poem

On she lives.

 

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