Sense Of Loss Poem by Martin Ward

Sense Of Loss



Sense of Loss

See
Cut turn crimson

Feel
Finger tips
Touch a flame

Taste
Salt tears

Hear
Cloven hoofs
Snare a harp

Smell
Your fragrance
In an empty room

Friday, October 27, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Martin Ward

Martin Ward

Derby, Derbyshire
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