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Here. There. Echoes.
I can hear voices.
My cold toes
and blurred lenses.
I believe I miss you,
your warmth and your smile.
I believe I need you.
I haven't seen you in a while.
I'm all alone,
while they're around me.
Inside my bones,
the cold's warmth felt strongly.
Fourteen miles,
it turned out,
won't break our smiles...
no doubt.
If you long for me,
I'm on southwest's peak.
I'll see you for me
if ever we become weak.
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➡ Let me share. LOL: I used this for an activity in school. I'm thinking this poem is too memorable not to be shared.
YOU ARE READING
Rhythmic
Poetry𝙍𝙝𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙢𝙞𝙘 ╰ a c o m p i l a t i o n o f p o e m s ╰ c o m p l e t e d "Not all things in life rhyme with your will."
