Random-(6-12-03) Poem by Kayla Jarnac

Random-(6-12-03)



Storms bring warm, wet oceans,
under his joyful morning laugh.

Teach us to grow
behind an imagined whisper.

Come slow, love,
never leaving,
believing together.

We always say
they are saddest,
but they have their joy.

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