I hope every day
brings you as much joy
as you felt riding down
that Florida highway.
I hope you can drive
with the windows down,
sunroof open,
a convertible as safe
as your recurring fairytale.
I hope the wind
blows through your hair,
the humidity feeling
like a warm hug
from the clouds.
I hope the music is loud,
and you know every word.
I hope you're present.
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A Perpetual Existence: A Collected Work of Poems and Verse
PoetryHi, I'm Juliana. What you see here is every poem I've ever written (minus a few drafts that I don't feel comfortable posting). Thus, some of them are gems (see An Arbor to the Moon, The Quiet, or Hamster), and others I fully understand if you read t...
