Fresh Crimson Sweeps. Poem by Victoria McBroom
Fresh Crimson Sweeps.
Rating: ★5.0
Fresh crimson sweeps across my wrist,
reminds of how much I need you now,
to remember how we first kissed,
The smile from seeing me makes me wonder how.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
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5/2/2024 12:08:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Victoria, a sad poem, but well worded. Top marks and thanks for sharing it with us. Hugs David