stone and plate full
kept in laughter
Why the moon?
I rise from the night
promise a great secret
laughter hurts when it bubbles
spills any hope caught
up in the sky
a bird- while I fly off
that pull in a poet
nowhere does it state
you must listen
bend your ear
jump in the deep ends
settle a rainbow
make your promises straight
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