You remind me of clouds
and planes
most unlikely to fly
said a Spanish boy
you remind me of love
and of myself
you remind me of
oceans so vast
you remind me of ships in bottles
most unlikely to sail
said a southern boy smiling
reading Chilean stories
you remind me of
all that I can think
that poets have
all considered in
the days they want for love
Loves green leaves
pale green things
I am made of Lorca
waiting in the trees
Think of me as wood
think pf me as stone
If you think of yourself
love do not think of yourself as alone
I am in the recesses
and the necessities in life
Think of my tongue as an ember
to light a campfire in your mind
to think of me now is
to think of me for life dear.
-Writeredhanded
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