Bowl of Fruit
Your face
Turns dark
A shadow on the wall
Hides from view
I miss the sight
Of love
The scent of morning dew
Dust fills the room
Paintings hang
Upside down
Fruit sits quietly
In a bowl
Waiting…
To be eaten
Copyright © Patricia Sanders | Year Posted 2008
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