Morrow

As the sunset winks,
as it glitters through the horizon,
there beneath the rocks
upon the land breeze,
I sit and sigh for morrow
will be all
a formless reminiscence
of my joys and sorrows.


Winston Latanafrancia Soldevilla




Poetry by Winston Latanafrancia Soldevilla
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Written on 2007-11-24 at 18:40

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Kathy Lockhart
the flow of this is as beautiful as are the words.
2007-11-26