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by Robin Wyatt Dunn / May 7th, 2023
next to the fire I’ve been waiting so long for you to come like waiting for a tree to grow each drop seems to bewilder it as though it had never seen sun and now you too will see it
hold my hand for the blessing
This article was posted on Sunday, May 7th, 2023 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.