Sister
Sorrow came,a gentle sorrow
aftermath of storm and rain
The best blessings of existence
have passed into this pain
The indistinct memory of her caresse
The gentle intimacy of sisters
will never be again
👁 2💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.