The sun was dawning on her shoulders
but her spine, worn
did not feel the burn
Her tears dripped into the
sink
into the sponge
and the soap (lemongrass)
burned bruised hands
with the sting of lost hope
But Maria was a wish
amid a crowd of stars
and those blissful days of
yore
beyond the shore
Were not as far
And after thinking for a while
she nodded with a smile
and the sun faded away
but she felt warm inside
her house.
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 8:11 AM UTC
The sun was dawning on her shoulders
but her spine, worn
did not feel the burn
Her tears dripped into the
sink
into the sponge
and the soap (lemongrass)
burned bruised hands
with the sting of lost hope
But Maria was a wish
amid a crowd of stars
and those blissful days of
yore
beyond the shore
Were not as far
And after thinking for a while
she nodded with a smile
and the sun faded away
but she felt warm inside
her house.