Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2015
I had it
      Once
           At least i thought so
      In youth
                                           The waters where crystal
                     Yet as i grew
                                                           So The impurity grew too
   I thought age would bring clarity
                             Yet age only brought decay
Beneath my willow weeping
Written by
Beneath my willow weeping  Az
(Az)   
229
   Sara Murray
Please log in to view and add comments on poems