Him Poem by Andy Brookes

Him



If all the molten brooding suns in a million skies did die
or all the seas on earth bound rock ran scorched and brittle dry.
If I should live through all eternity until the stars in heaven grow dim,
Would never I in all worlds, another find, like him.

Monday, January 14, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death,love and loss
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