San Something Poem by David Blake

San Something

Rating: 4.2


In another time, we would so
often play. The games never
ending like the deserts, forever
enchanting calling out with a
sweet soft gentle breeze.
Longing for a warm embrace, the
kiss of the sun’s tropical lullaby.
Carrying all the things with me
that I long to let free I can only
remember the night you said
goodbye.

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Theodora Onken 06 September 2007

Very sad write...really got to me! Best wishes, Theo

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