I waited for today’s poem and then it came a fallen treeon the walkingpath
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POEM A DAY – March 7
Swingline the box of staples is ancient, edges softened with ageblue ink logo faded like dreams, and yet, it sustains its function to contain. long strips of thin metal teeth shinyready, proud patiently awaiting the swift light in being taken re-inserted, to be pressed and make permanent a holdingof things, to together items, to uphold… Continue reading POEM A DAY – March 7
POEM A DAY – March 3
Simple but Huge Thank youbodyfor another dayto love