Moist Poem by John Weber

Moist

Rating: 4.5


This parched expanse
of forlorn loss
begs my soul to
venture across
the cracked terrain
of cold disguise
to imbue dew
within those eyes:
a miracle
of splendid vim
that wets all threats
within our swim.

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John Weber

John Weber

Milwaukee, WI
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