Poetry
poetry comes in all kinds of shape
scattered words held by cobweb seams
the words may ramble, they may be brief
but weaving them grants me relief
a poem gives form to amorphous dreams
building a sanctuary, my sweet escape
Copyright © Vanya Evangeline | Year Posted 2025
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