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the poetry below the image I found on the Internet and is temporary please submit your poetry for this upcomming book

the breeze betrays
an innocent sky
so I might
steal a glimpse of you,
jealous of each
of sand that
touches your skin.
can’t tear away, but
can’t escape-
when the breeze dies,
so will I .
it’s hard to let

Kory Mills Diskin