Poems from CH

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Everyday must be its own
Where   There It’s there Beneath the mist that lingers.   The shadow   I don’t know anymore but few more steps.   I’m sure   It’s there.  ...
There’s distance between us now, that can’t be mended even when we stretch our arms, and tangle our fingertips.
Quiet your whirring mind.   Sometimes, it’s best not to think.   Rumination? Over separation Over distance far   No.   It’s better not to...
Detached watching across a pond   Hear the delight and elation   Space not for me.
They fall easily.   Inside, bubbling and boiling but not exploding.   Instead stewing and simmering, leaking.   So what?   I cry when I’m...

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