Before, After, Between

 

I flower, I flow,

my body is a strange friend

 

I sing something silent;

the day is a gift

 

I let myself be,

the night moans a lonely fragrance

 

The first and the last;

such pals!





Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-08-04 at 13:20

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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
I agree each day is a gift.
That's why tomorrow's,
The present for me.
2023-08-05