by Willow3939Greer, South Carolina, USA
Apr 2015 394 Views 0 comments
Dreams
Dreams drift away as smoke.
Hope, as ash on curling wind.
I forgive you.
The end.
Hope, as ash on curling wind.
I forgive you.
The end.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Apr 2015
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Dark micro-poetry written for #FP #FridayPhrases on Twitter.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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