Communique


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Can a poet be a poet with nothing to say?

Can my words be precise when all is gray?

Does the sun ever shine on a gloomy day?

Why don’t lips and hands work the same way?

For to speak what I feel I would dearly pay.

If only to say “I love you” each and every day.

~*~

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