who hasn't been
starry eyed,
mad about someone.
a loon howling
at a silvered moon,
running wild across
the fields at
night.
who hasn't
tripped and fell
when running towards
love.
who hasn't
flown with thin wings
into the light
above,
believing that now,
finally now, that
all things will be
just right.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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