Red Sky Poem by david gerardino

Red Sky



HER tears drip under a tented
RED sky.
HER words fill in the pain,
like a drawing, paint by numbers.
SHE is young, she is old, shes
a child,
shes a nun that gave the world
love, and beatiful flowers...

Friday, January 13, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: flowers,numbers
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dave Walker 13 January 2012

Love it, fantastic poem.

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