lovedly
lovedly
Feb 01, 2022

Pounce Not

I'm just any others
day's dream
they can see
yet

at night those who dream too
get wet
despite the snow

the hour of meeting me
the sun has to
beget
yet

About This Poem

Last Few Words: the hungry poeyet

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: UNIVERSE...ETERNITY C/O ME, ROU

Favorite Poets: All across the Internet whom I read

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Comments

Race_9togo

I'd like to see "yet" at the end of the first stanza, though.