Charades Poem by Hunter Evett

Charades



I'll never breathe your name again,
I've gone as far as I can bend.
So we learn to play charades,
save the games for a rainy day,
Because the suns still shining through.

And now the night returns to day,
The light will always find its way.
Because the suns still shining.

Thursday, July 12, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: games
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