End of April.
THe poems gather in
loose assembly in
the Hall of Words.
The poems of the city,
The poems that, for a moment,
bring her closer.
Goodbyes are said and
promises to keep in touch.
The family of poetry
shares it words and grows
inside the mind and heart.
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See you next year.... IF NOT BEFORE!!!!
HUGS... and poetic thingies...mmmm.
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