Erica Borges

And The Next Day Goes - Poem by Erica Borges

Coming home
Passing by the roads
Nothing will follow me
Just the yellow leaves
Woosh under my feet
The end of the day is here
And I am dreaming
This will pass
My tears won't last
And I will rest
Every day in and out
Fantasies winding down
Your face never lost
It's carved on the moon
And your love in flower bloom.

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Form: Triolet

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 24, 2015

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