| This Edition's Poetry |
Humble Wishes
Her presence was like
a warm embrace. They
woke when the sun was
at its highest.
Dreams of a peaceful existence
filled their conversations--no war,
no theft or rape; it would not be
allowed. What's this-a
mirror, did I have it all along?
by Jeanette Cheezum
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