Living Poem by Della Perry

Living



Magical ladies are nowhere
Second best, hidden away.
Morning song,
Others sneak along.
Mayhem marries the lonely.
Hard to change.
Strange moments appear too often.
Secret missions are often failed.

Sunday, June 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: lonely
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