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Too Slow To Catch On
I do know what I need
in a comfort planting seeds
and a summer's heat of sheets
we planted a garden of fancies
of grown sweet delights.
My voice is shy and I'm reluctant
with I wish to express
through this throat.
I'm an introvert
and so I tremble
like the weight
of the crumbling
stones
that hit this statue,
and eventually
You're hand in hand
as I become the dust,
of once but now
not known.
Copyright ©
Ryan Geoffrey Hayward
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