.
counting out the sunday change
the wind whispered you strange
.
and as the voices grew
I cried love me do
.
but the trees just shrugged
and the sticks broke unplugged
.
how could you let this happen to me
when we were so close to free
.
1 month ago
2 comments:
The third stanza is very strong...
but the trees just shrugged
and the sticks broke unplugged
Lovely imagery :)
Powerful Sunday momment. Thanks for commenting on my post. I hope you get your camera fixed. I believe that poets make good photographers and vice versa...
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