ANGELS WILL COME
Voice was so soft
behind me -
the only friend
wanted to say I
or that, and beside
driving
unbearable to me
looked warm
giving
alone;
all life splendour
on white
smoke frozen
forever in
and just as cold.
-2011-
Unpublished
Good blog; I like your poetry.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind comment KenA. Hope to have some new (and old) content up soon.
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