Verandanights Poem by Madrason .

Verandanights



In flames I tore the little notes
and let them fly away
to be spoken of no more
as if never existed
idleness of minutes
moments kindled memories
flaring up the dark room
while the crickets sing their songs! M

Monday, January 1, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: death,memories
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Madrason .

Madrason .

waalwijk netherlands
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