Poems from hannahmay

Our footsteps like a discord home For dying leaves and infant blades We trace them back to winter world When wind was chance and chance...
Strength is the river; Though it seems to conform To the limits of the earth, With diligence and patience, Even the most stubborn stone...
Quel night, those timber windy woods and plains of shushing grasses The sky is very still while the earth slowly passes. Nothing stirs, no...
It’s funny to think things very unfunny Since funny is all things can be. Seriousness is perhaps The most funny thing to me. You might...
My eyes do not “light up like the sunlight upon water,” My complexion is too blue and white and every girl is hotter, Society does not...

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