by
Jim Bronyaur
Watching as the falling
the calling
they come.
Bringing they spread
they become
all okay.
Secrets the world can't know
can't believe
it's real.
The sorry and the sorrow
the sadness
the sound.
Creaking to the wet
the dark
one last kiss.
2 comments:
Great poem Jim, loving the way tears and smiles descend to my heart as get to the place of those "Secrets the world can't know... " , beautiful verses!
Nice rhythym. Lovely sentiment.
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