Poems from EllaMicola
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I dug a mustard seed out of my denim pocket
Given to me as a reminder of the heavenly kingdom, the power of faith,
The power to move...
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He was the kind of good someone would appreciate with age;
The kind that lends itself to shyness and awkward chivalry,
The kind that...
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Shy iridescence
Gentle, deep blue fluttering on a zephyr
Gossamer wings mottled with orange like water lily pollen
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A bout of curiosity left the wallpaper in torn and hopeless layers.
Blue apples here, pastel stripes there
Some exposed, cardboard-...
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His text said it was fine
But was it the fine automobile, fine dining, fine wine fine;
Or the good enough, decent, mediocre fine?