Four Stars Poem by O. C. Woods

The moment is gone sleep prevents to realize
four verses four stars to constellation rises
Sunset for Cassie, whispers these words to send
greatest achievement if I reach the end.

Just a small bump on the garden soon to be green
sunshining week-ends and a small version of Mrs Prynne
waiting to walk again on the Spring colour pitch
wondering if the last Star will run there out of reach.


O.O.W
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03-23-2012