by Michal Mahgerefteh
The infinite vastness
of words flew in tiny particles,
and with a single stroke
swallowed me whole.
The Breath of Poetry
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by Michal Mahgerefteh
The infinite vastness
of words flew in tiny particles,
and with a single stroke
swallowed me whole.
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Next post: In the ER with my Father
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So nice. When I read this and the several other poems on the page, I realize that I’d better be content reading this poetry, writing it is so totally beyond what I can do. How nice to be able to coherently express so many layers and exquisite shades of feeling and awareness.