Monday, September 07, 2026

automatic poem 9/7//2026

Human rights watch 
Beings of light 
In my arms– 
Their eyes light up. 
Troubles come and go, 
And I found myself 
Difficulties communicating. 
Need I say more? 
Nothing would please me more, 
So much for that 
Much, as I would like, 
As I sit here: 
A world without 
Refuge in your arms.

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