Today’s poem

Do you remember what winter said? How the windows seemed to worry when we grew too silent? How each evening took our shapes from us and how mornings restored everything? Our lives seemed like a dream then. If you cannot recall, just remember this: if i ever find my way back into your eyes, i will be careful not to wake you so i do not disappear again.

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