Another Stop Sign Poem by Delilah Miller
Another Stop Sign
As a habit I run fast, whenever I run,
whether its to the end of the block or into a dorm.
If I stay still now, I could your cinnabun,
And the flavor of cinnamon entices me,
its taste as old and warm
as the feeling of your sleeping breath
when I lie next to your nutmeg body.
Love could be another stop sign I jog past
but looking at you, my lungs have nothing left.
really exciting to read. different from what i mostly read, great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 10:30:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Love could be another stop sign I jog past but looking at you, my lungs have nothing left................quite interesting one, yet of unique genre, i may give 10.n