Poems from Amereilles
Poetry, the superpower we take for granted
Like looking through a window
Eyes replaced with glass
A poet draws back their curtains
Exposing...
Perhaps you are reading this and my eyes are still closed.
Perhaps you will reach for my hand and it won't be warm anymore.
Do not mourn...
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Sweeping your bow across the steel strings on your old cello,
Each note rings out inside the sound hole.
Fixing your fingers onto the...