(spring).A Poem by Zelda Ginhey dear, don’t pick up leaves he won’t come back anymore and don’t pluck flowers, please that’s what season means for. your spring shoes echo of breath please, begone to find him where the horizon drips then weep right by my side. 05/06/2014 © 2014 Zelda Gin |
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