Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2017
oh you
the you shining brighter
then any sun
you must take this day
in memory
recall it
one day
long hence
for you have innocence
it is  not so bright
come September
unless on a
whim you can call it up
with that snap
of your fingers
red  paint lasts
what a day or two --
even the sky
ages into
horizons--
without
chipping?
wordvango
Written by
wordvango
Please log in to view and add comments on poems