I enjoyed reading your poem and especially liked the stanza;
I was longing
to meet myself today,
to find the throw back.
Which of me was real?
An antique bird feeding on honeydew?
Or a honed up desert hurricane? - Avril Meallem, Jerusalem, Israela
to meet myself today,
to find the throw back.
Which of me was real?
An antique bird feeding on honeydew?
Or a honed up desert hurricane? - Avril Meallem, Jerusalem, Israela
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