so newly born
this very morn
this poem will die
…poems when they die at the end of the last line dropped by writer, will rise, will be born…. because its the freedom of a poem with the wings of the words… so a poem never dies.
Good Morning dear G, have a nice day, Love, nia
Poetry is full of rise and fall. ‘a sad poem’ will be followed (shortly) by ‘a happy poem’
Take care, keep warm, have a great day, nia. G:)
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