Tuesday, April 14, 2020

Na/GloPoWriMo Day Twelve: A Triolet

in the softness of one breath
my mind turns to you
the sudden sorrow of your death
took away my breath
like swiftly evaporating dew
every day is one more breath
that's full of missing you.

heidi
written: 04/14/20

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