Four In The Morning Poem by guillermo veloso

Four In The Morning



Alone with her ashes
Alone with his wood
Alone with that face in the mirror
Alone with thoughts alive like unchained monkeys
Alone with stains of dreams splashed on the white night
Alone with this quiet room
Alone with the years allowed
Alone with the dawns yet to come

Saturday, October 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: alone
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