Fledglings Gone Poem by Mark Heathcote

Fledglings Gone



One more cuddle, first
Before, my tears burst.
Smiles scorched in their throes
Into arched, brow, rainbows.

One more meaningful kiss
Before, my hearts bliss,
Bursts empty. Like a bubble.
Fledgelings-gone on the double,

Tuesday, August 5, 2014
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