April 30, 2016 § 1 Comment
found my voice
yelled loud enough
to be heard
woke us both up
Tagged: napowrimo, poems, writer's life
I remember, most of the time, to consider the impact of the visual layout and choice of font / size.
Thus, this one reads even better today.
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