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Canadian poets poetry, grief poems, lungs. breath., poetry, poppies, solstice poems, sunshine, survival poetry
The poem breathes for you some days
It’s ok
The poem never says he isn’t, entirely,
Coming back
The poem has too many lungs to accept
Death completely
The poem, as it sings its dirge, notices
A poppy
Opening like a soft heart in the sun & then
The poem
Cannot tell you ever, with finality, it’s over
The poem takes your breaths for you
Some mornings
The poem is a lung
Rebecca said:
beautiful.
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calmthings said:
i love this.
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