Amelia Poem by Morgan Michaels

Amelia



In a message sent I beg
'Forgive my crude remark'.
It isn't good-
how, more and more,
you occupy my thoughts.

Kindly you message back
'that's what I like'.
Where does love go
that can fly
but never come to rest?

Tuesday, February 6, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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