Facing east
The color of the crowd was
Red
holiday
We wore the same shoes
Only a few strands of your hair moved
When you changed your mind to
See the setting sun
As she shone with pride
in November
Facing east
The color of the crowd was
Red
holiday
We wore the same shoes
Only a few strands of your hair moved
When you changed your mind to
See the setting sun
As she shone with pride
in November
That’s so perfect!
Thank you so much for stopping by my blog and commenting. I am so glad you enjoyed this poem. Best. B Elizabeth ns
Beautiful poem, Brandy.
groetjes,
Francina
Thank you Francina, for stopping by to read and for your nice comment. B Elizabeth NS
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