A Tryst Poem by RIC BASTASA

A Tryst



i kissed
her hair
before
the sun
dried each
lock.

the tips
are
drenched
with
tears.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: hair
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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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