tender

Posted on July 27, 2021 by chester maynes

in many days of my external silence,
i have not killed the noise internally.
there is a heart aching without the moon.
there are eyes crying at the flash floods of noon.

2021

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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