Sorrow Poem by rosalinda flores martinez
Sorrow
Every time I hold my pen
And stare at the blank paper
I feel like a crumpled leaf
Waiting for a miracle,
Every time I stare up blank skies
To capture each reminiscent moment
I try to hold time
Desperately seeking,
Every time I see faces
Thoughts play up slowly
Laughter camouflaging tears
Spitting sighs of frustration.
rose flores - martinez
an old scribble
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