untitled
Books
always talk of
hot tears.
But my
tears
are cold.
Streaming down
my face
like a
spring
from a
glacier.
Reminding me that
too much
and
too little
often feel
the same.
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Reminding me that
too much
and
too little
often feel
the same. Yes, yes yes. Beautiful piece.
Thanks. 💜
I enjoyed the ending too, and how the poem resolves itself
Thanks you. 💜