A. Louise: poetry archive
Monday, December 20, 2010
Alone
the ache spreads
down to my knees
up to my head
the wind shoots down my back
my spine shudders
the feeling never
leaves
just rises and falls
the tide
stretches toward the shore
yet yearns for the moon
3.14.02
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