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Writing by Samuel Pye

Aurora

Aurora

Soaring through an aurora sky,
I catch up and let go,
soft snow falls gently to the ground,
we are warm,
as is love,
placed beneath the stars above,

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    Ken Ronkowitz

    That these poems end with a comma, a pause, makes me want to read them as one – which I suppose all our poems might be thought of in a way.

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