White papers
Blue lines
Red roses
Purple skies
Rain drops
Tap-tap
Sour plum,peaches
Rough rose leafs ,under bed sheets
Sweet harsh words that we were told
But held up a hope
Where I draw you on white papers
I wrote you on brown sands ,
And blue skies
But what is the use when
We keep waving goodbyes?
{M}.
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Wendy House
Poetry" Once apon a time, the bygone was draw breathing in front of our eyes but soon we perceived that they passed through our eyelashes , like a wind rushed through ". -------------------------------------------- Another poetry ... Hope you all enjoy r...
