this poem i write .
currently it id is so late at night .
i do not know what i am doing .
what audience i am pursuing .
but here i am writing .
i write for you .
whoever you are .
let’s start talkimg about your day .
how was it today ? .
what should i next write about ? .
what tone should i use ? .
should i be silent or shout ? .
i am trying my best .
to be that best
is it possible ? .
or am i chasing tbe impossible
About the Creator
Dead and Wearing Green
She was wearing that green dress when I first saw her, five years ago to the day. Flowing meadow fabric draped over long legs, thick auburn hair flowing down her back. That smile. Of course, she is still beautiful now. But now she is no longer alive.
By Karen Cave5 days ago in Fiction
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