for ian


Sunshine

I had to enter a winter city
So I could hold your bones.
Dear boy of mine you know
How you make me walk
Into the warm sunshine.



Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-12-23 at 02:54

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done. The weather's always less important than the company.
2010-12-24


NicholasG
It is a marvellous feeling :-)
2010-12-23