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Come to me

You come to me in floods
And I a drought who needs your surge
You make me rafts shaped like buds
Where through the billowing hope will merge

You give me anchor, you give me calm
The way on Earth the Sun has shone
The way your presence feels like dawn
You give love the room to run

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

By PoeEternal

I'm gone. Maybe it's like I never existed at all.

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