Sigh #poets #photography

flower

grappled with your verse

making much sense

turned them over in my head

all the things that you’d said

your blue was grey

my yellow faded away

we loved the same

I caressed your name

lost in your prose

how you did it who knows

“we never met” I sigh

 I live between your lines

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two women poets

changing seasons kept  apart

loved the same man