Poetry 'n Prose

Listen Honey

Listen Honey i know

you wanted to love me,

when the truth

came down like snow;

when it settled

our footprints were lost

on the path

we could never follow.

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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