She felt lonely.
So often, we are two ships,
described on two different pages,
in two different books,
passing by each other on two different nights.
I long for a time when
we are one
again.
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1 comment:
I'd love some comments on this poem. I am open to any concrete and specific feedback that you can provide. If you want something to focus on, I would love your thoughts on the imagery I used in this poem. Do I need to flesh out the images of the ships more or is the brevity of the poem sufficient? Let me know your thoughts!
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