love comes in all sorts of ways, expresed on differing surfaces; let's grab it when we can


scraps of love

are love letters written
on scraps of paper
avow all the world has
to one refined and pure
raining dews of mirthful ease
revive heart eager for words

scrap of paper is all i have
the words minted in pulp's furnace
zest blazoned in white
for one who clasps me won't let go




Poetry by mark nwagwu
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Written on 2011-10-13 at 12:17

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