Lost Poem by Ferdinand L Quintos
Lost
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She sheds her clothes
and sends them flying
like leaves in mid-autumn,
she looks at me all over,
I feel wintry child creep, ,
I did what the time calls for,
I picked up her clothes,
handed them all to her,
she lost her lucidity again.
Saturday, April 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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