Day 1


She went out in her finest dress.

The newspaper had woken her from sleep.

    wake up, wake up

    shake off the glitter and crumbs,

    the remnants of last nights feast.

Death has been again.

Wake up, wake up from your sleep.

  • Author: saratree (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 1st, 2023 00:56
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 15


  • Cedrick

    Great poem

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