Micropoetry, Poetry, Writing Street January 25, 2015 fhaedra Leave a comment I crouch beside you before dropping coins into your empty cup I question you answer only our eyes speak a common language. Share this:Tweet Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like this:Like Loading…