For Her: May She Never KnowA Poem by SGMoments paused under retreating winter clouds I lay across the pillow she never will and question every word we crossed. Situation cannot hold, no end to inner noise. To know she lays her head on hers, And to know she does not know " Well ignorance is bliss In this bliss she can sleep. For she is happier now.
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