Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2014
Strangers roll and recede past
Endless queues of endless stories
My eyes address them
Hoping, wishing
That in this limitless grove of skin
Is a single friend that will disregard my sin
Hugo Van Meervenne
Written by
Hugo Van Meervenne
369
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems