Petite (Acrostic) Poem by Perdita Young (Hanna Wang)

Petite (Acrostic)



Perhaps we have something in common?
Even though we can't tell each other's name;
To you I lay bare my heart, and my soul,
In words that are not without a goal...
To get freedom I have to here flee,
E-space is a shelter, a shelter for me.

Thursday, March 8, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: freedom,friendship,poetry
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