The apple was round
In a way that said
"I am tasty to the core"
The sky was blue
In a way that whispered
"I am cold and full of empty"
The day was long
In a way that hinted
"I am hiding from the night"
The hands were cold
In a way that reminded
"I am waiting to be held"
Monday, July 13, 2009
Fatherhood
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1 comment:
Wo-ash. Lovely poem.
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