precious is the night
I was looking for some sort of sign
a little something to let me know
you were alive and well
as the electrical storm rolled in
I could detect your precious thoughts
coming through in fits and starts
though the pain in my hands
worsened from the impending doom
I managed to subdue my foreboding
whilst transcribing reassuring poetry
may two thousand nineteen
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Love — and I know the feeling well.
Thank you, Dana. xo
I love the title and how you linked it to Stanza 2.
thank you, Shawna