If I were a poem | Day-12 | NaPoWriMo2016

If I were a poem,
I would shift between your lips and fingers,
On a cold winter night.

If I were a poem,
I’d bear witness to reflecting waters,
In the middle of a barren landscape.

If I were a poem,
I’d record fake conversations,
At a non-existent meeting point of the earth and sky.

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