by
Poppy Hullings
All day your name has been against
my mind
and hurt me like the too frail
loveliness
of pear blooms in the rain.
All night my voice undefined
has swung from star to star
to call you back.
Tomorrow I will know that you can't
come
and after that I won't know anything
but small hard shells against my
bare feet
and sand upon my lips at dawn.
Poppy Hullings
Writer, http://poppy.celaine.com
Founder, www.spcrusade.com
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