We read a poem
for each moon that rises
for our heart that is broken
for the hearts we break.
We read a poem
for the memory of youth
for the coat of old age
fitting snug on our shoulders
A POEM
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We read a poem
for each moon that rises
for our heart that is broken
for the hearts we break.
We read a poem
for the memory of youth
for the coat of old age
fitting snug on our shoulders