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Random Unsorted Drafts / 20 March 2019

If we were the birds of spring,

I would not; could not; hold the self in reign,

I would touch your hand in honest praise,

to see your blessed face; each day,

Squeezing; without hurting,

We would chirp; flirting,

Speaking the words of honesty,

Two birds of prey; in loving embrace

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.