Poems from vinmo_11
Camille,
if
You are reading
This
know
knowing not
caterpillar juice box.
of caterpillar.
juice box.
What can I say to you, America?
You crumble in barren grieving flames.
That health, that unity, that potent pride,
rests tucked away in...
“When the cricket's song is the only sound you hear,
how peaceful the whole earth seems."
― Marty Rubin
Under sequin-silver skies alight...