from a lamp
lit long ago
this time
with you
hung like a dust mote
on a ray
in the fade
of us
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bonnie baird
Enjoy playing with words; have since I was five. Usually gravitate to poetry (free verse) but now blurring the line between poetry and prose, combining both in some pieces. Enjoy reading creative writing of all sorts.
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