Her - Poem by Jim Milks
Watching the clouds drift by
The sun slips down day into night
Beneath the coldhearted orb I see her
Still. Her memory haunts my dreams.
Memories are all I
have to hold, so
© JPM 10/1/08
This is an experimentation in formal poetry, this is known as a Rictameter.
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