Cold Offering Poem by Monarchist Oleg

Cold Offering

Rating: 5.0


Foxes run to their holes.
Birds fly to their nests.
Babies crawl to their mothers
With every sunset.
My desire for you comes back to me,
With the promise of a new day.....
To try again..
I sleep,
Secretly silently wishing you,
Dream of me at the heart of a goodnight.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
G. Akanji Olaniyi 10 January 2016

Solid composition! A job well done!

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Roseann Shawiak 08 August 2015

Very nicely and wisely said, promise of a new day brings new hopes to light. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn

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Athanasius Okowa 09 August 2015

RoseAnn thank you for connecting with the lines.

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Monarchist Oleg

Monarchist Oleg

Maseno, Kenya
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