Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
estherstaffordPoems
We loved the man But could not say Wanting his hand Looking another way We loved the sun Leaving no shadows A perfect illusion, For the poet who dresses In passionate sorrows.
0
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 5:03 PM UTC
Grey Sun
We loved the man But could not say Wanting his hand Looking another way We loved the sun Leaving no shadows A perfect illusion, For the poet who dresses In passionate sorrows.
#poem#poetry#es
estherstafford
Written by
estherstafford
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 5:03 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem