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Poetry Corner

By Staff | Jun 13, 2020

The quiet of night

Reveals your marks

on my heart

The sorrow falls deep

From here Through the

earth

To beyond any sense

We know or define

And each night It

returns

to show me again

How you are not mine

Leslie Baron, Nashua native

•••

all windblown feathers

circling moral compass

seize our right to vote

Jeni St. Laurent, Nashua

EDITOR’S NOTE: To submit pieces for the Poetry Corner, email mburdette@nashuatelegraph.com

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