April is Poetry Month

 

 
tears
leave no scars
a cause of hurt
not cause itself
they seldom
travel far

a salty stream
down a cheek
past
laugh lines
and
the tributaries

searing pain
expressed
within the
softest moment
can I
lick the wound

 

 

This month is all about poetry.
Something new every day.

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