Treasure Island

ANNE P LadeeAnne MURRAY

(APRIL,27TH,1944 / POCATELLO, IDAHO)

THE SUN GOES DOWN ON MY DAYS


My writings are merely shadows of my regrets

The taste of sadness, of thoughts left unsaid

Touches not felt -

Tears that dried, leaving salty traces

The feeling of emptiness in my hands, my arms

Walking slowly through my memories...

I long for the moment to come

when I can reach up and touch the sky

I long for one last, unending kiss

I wish I could say 'no regrets' as I muse all alone

Now- in a deep shade of purple the flowers fall asleep...

as the sun goes down on my days

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Submitted: Thursday, March 07, 2013

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