JP (Scratches on the page, making noise. / New York City)

Small Poems # 8

CRYING

A whisper to every flower.
Dance lightly in the early light.
Crisp sorrow, fell from your eyes.
Dashed hopes remembered whys.

SILENT WORDS

Heart felt with early spring.
Love seemed to dance and smile.
Finding a crack in a broken heart.
Making pains with the leaden heart.

WEATHERED TIME

Long after the melted sunset.
Beyond the image of a shadow.
Cast forth into a violent sea.
Raging passion filling me.

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