"kgp" poems
we played
all midsummer games,
soiled and bruised
on the floors
rolling with laughter
and dancing blue.
Life calls.
hush, shush.she mustn't know.
quick,hide.
everything turns yellow.
groping still. i seek.
I spy.
and you became stars
i looked in awe.
a proud kid.
i loved you guys
o archade.love you still.
like gulmohar.
kgp will miss you.
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 6:20 AM UTC