An amalgamation of one or two lines from every poem I’ve written for my AgoraPoetry series! Enjoy

thatโ€™s like clouds without the sky.

my voice has its own power
an ignition, somewhere.

as though a faraway brush has brought us all into existence





it is no surprise now

the whispers of warmth

who greeted me in the morning,

Is old anxiety, present,

Who gently kissed

each finger

It has held close to itself.

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