April is Poetry Month # 6
because my little pony tempered the earth what's the face of this broken heart, its dreary, melting face. hey, ma, you look sad, hey, ma, you should try friendship love, and generosity. what's the face of a mother erased sad eyes sad sad mouth a thinning line the mirror always casting up another mother and another better versions than this. what's the disposition of this broken heart? it is poised for the polar express it is making way for the ducklings…