"Why not fly up to the balcony?"
The sun taunts
I don't have much faith in what the sun has to say
But he knows I want something to believe in
And he has touched every part of me
Casting shadows around my thighs like a lover
Even now he hides the moon with his bright stare
And dares the earth to leave him
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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