OLD GUEST Poem by Tinnie Moe

OLD GUEST



My cigar is burnt up
the red-brown sun about to set.
Will you take me home?

Monday, March 11, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: home,red
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Tinnie Moe

Tinnie Moe

Tienen, Belgium
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