Megan’s May

Poetry

Folded edge, I return to, never leave.

Significant in what I believe.

We stand in our towering watchtowers alert.

Growing like thriving plants under a merciful Son.

Others can’t see, others can’t relate.

I was meant to discover your profound pages.

Reveal all to me.

I daydream of you.

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