Best Poem of V. Vagari

Alone
I’m all alone, and I’m just a little bit cold,
But I’ll stand here till it feels like you’re gone,
I’m just so scared to move.
And standing here alone will never seem as important
as standing here alone for you.
. . .
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Waking Up With The Sun On My Cheeks (And Thawing)
For years I'd made cold fields my home,
an aching tundra, filled with cold and brittle stone,
challenging all with silence, riddle and/or poem.

Wise enough to see the door,
and wiser still to know I'm poor,
the time had come to search for more.

From sea to sea I've seen the land,
like an . . .
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