Gasps between smiles,
Phony denials,
Exhume docile ails
A trained pattern in
Trepidation I
Stumble across you
A soft memory
Seen from a dew drop
Of a blade of grass;
The twang of guitar,
Tangerines, crimson
And clover.
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Krystiana Lontos
Apsiring author and artist. Bringing you poetry, philosophy, and short-fiction.
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