Poetry

Salve

Shall I write you a poem?
Would the words be a breeze
that healed the broken leaves,
could they contain enough love
to ease your grief,
to suspend belief
and bring the bad
to its knees?
Better is no sound,
yield ground to time
for all the sharp edges
to be made round,
joy now captive
no longer bound

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