Poems from emmanpeterson

I looked out my window On a dark April evening And my heart lifted up.   One Yellow  Pansy Had bloomed,   Had pushed through the dirt...
Every day has two mornings One with the sun Where beams kiss your cheek  And you’re off on the run   And one with time Where it’s the...
It is a cliche But nonetheless a truth That I like  Long walks on the beach. Walking is heaven but running is hell   On a beach Feet...
The day I blossomed from my mother's womb I had two blue eyes, ten pudgy fingers, ten tiny toes, And 300 bones. But as I’ve grown up, day...
I hesitateTo admit that I tend to put things off until they absolutely must be dealt with   I was born here.I’ve moved between...

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