Bed Poem by Shane Markie
Bed
It all happens on me--
birth, love, death,
sleeping and waking.
Your passionate dreams,
full of violence and hope,
are nothing to me.
Through all the changes
I remain the same.
Thursday, February 13, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: birth,waking
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