Short poems

moonlight on a wooden bridge over a dry stream
she wears a white dress…
he waits for rain

their love
miles away
hearts hear

foghorn
love is near

she spoke with her lips
and made no sound

she stopped for coffee
and saw them together…
two dark raging storms collided overhead…
he found shelter away from his heart

he is missing love
but looks only in the light

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