Your Love
Your love rains upon me sometimes bright, white hot, a holiday sparkler whose burn I crave, sometimes cold, a snowflake that melts away if held too greedily, sometimes multihued, confetti thrown onto the wind celebrating the victory of us, ever changing never ending forever and amen.
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Jaybird
I am retired, having worked primarily as a librarian, but have done freelance proofreading, copy editing, and book reviewing. I wrote some poetry many years ago, but decided it was bad and stopped, since I had other things to do. For the last ten...
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