"Your" Poem

Almost forgot

To write

About you

Could it be

You’re too far?

Or maybe you’ve gone

As fast as morning dew

Forgot to tell

Of the time of us

You and I

I owe you one.

Deep in the woods

Under the meadow

Behind lilied ways

Your face

It’s in the rosebuds

On the stream

In the waves.

I toy it

Between my fingers

Just for a moment

Watch its beauty

It’s sign of rebirth,

Then,

I let it float away.

 

Serina Morales

This poem is about: 
Me

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