Poem #20-Acrostic

posted November 20, 2018

 

Gentler than we deserve,
Reality still shocks with its
Adherence to the basic rules of life on
This planet.
Every body’s trajectory has the same
Fulsome approximation, which is always an
Undoing of the tightly wound bonds of a
Love we never fully understood.

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