…to all those that I’ve had the odd tiff with…
In the morning – our disagreements will look like paper clouds we can fold them up, make little areoplanes and fly them out into the wind I’ll label mine: Impatience, and I’ll use red ink yours can be: Stubborn blue as the azure sky above We’ll joke over crumpets and thick black coffee from Costa Rica – rich and sweet you’ll tell me how you’d like to go I’ll tell you how it was when I went In the morning – our disagreements will look like dust I will blow them away and send them to fly free into the impending dayFragmentedpoet's Blog
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