day, again
Published in
Apr 29, 2024
ancient suns have witnessed
daffodils turning their faces
obligingly, to wilt with hope.
and yet they rise
with the blinds
and my three-legged love
to burn again,
say, dear heart —
it’s day, again.
ancient suns have witnessed
daffodils turning their faces
obligingly, to wilt with hope.
and yet they rise
with the blinds
and my three-legged love
to burn again,
say, dear heart —
it’s day, again.