Brenda the Real Poet
To all the
unheard poets
who want to weep too
in the spirit of weeping
feel the tropical
drizzle gusts
on just a special day of
music they make,
to all of us
with small and silent audiences,
I call in sympathy,
"May your stories
sting."
unheard poets
who want to weep too
in the spirit of weeping
feel the tropical
drizzle gusts
on just a special day of
music they make,
to all of us
with small and silent audiences,
I call in sympathy,
"May your stories
sting."
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