When I closed my eyes
and thought of him
all the colours of the sunset
streaked across the blank page
of my mind,
dripping off of the little things
he said and did
that I kept in boxes
for rainy days such as these
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Author:
Hazel_Blossom (
Offline) - Published: May 17th, 2022 02:39
- Category: Love
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Comments3
Beautiful poem. Really enjoyable read.
Wonderful poem, really enjoyed reading it.
A beautiful poem. "Little things" "kept in boxes for rainy days", such a tone of despondency. It draws empathy from the reader. Brilliant. - Phil A.
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