Linda June Mesaros Poems

A bug walks on his way,
Gleeming in the morning sun.
Walks, walks, crawls, crawls,
Trying to walk through these walls,
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"No," you say to me,
"Never it will be."
But I say to you
Love me unconditionally. The love I see - it sway
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I have a notion
He gave it to me. I never drink potions
He gave me a mind to foresee. I love the bright stars
Up in the sky
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