burning four-word poems
Sitting by this river,
I burn four-word poems
and meet each stranger's eyes.
Who will come here, sit
and understand?
The hope that urges me--
you were once a stranger.
I burn four-word poems
and meet each stranger's eyes.
Who will come here, sit
and understand?
The hope that urges me--
you were once a stranger.
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