White Red Poem by Bironga Chadwick

White Red



I got a lady in red,
At the back of my head,
But the girl in white,
Who my life she used to light,
And enable me, like a mirror,
See myself,
Is Tamira.

Was like my sweet morning sun,
Rays that pleasure burn,
And I'm still living the past,
Making it last.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Love
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