Martins Akhoeneto


Octave I I - Poem by Martins Akhoeneto

A time will come,
Real shall it become,
A day of dry rains
Against your early bargains.
It will bring you tears,
None shall peck your hairs
I'll not be there
While you weep in dispair.

Topic(s) of this poem: heartbreak


Poet's Notes about The Poem

...Dedicated to those lovelorn, and also to those abandon by their love ones. In short, as a consolation for pains endured. Poet Martins

Comments about Octave I I by Martins Akhoeneto

  • Kelly Kurt (4/6/2015 8:50:00 PM)


    Having been abandoned, I appreciate your poem, Martins. Thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 29, 2015


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