Father
The sun bitter cold
Down my cheek is tragedy
My soul sits in pain
Mind in dark shadows
Seeking last light perfect blooms
To make tangible
Heart drifts with a cloud
Blemishes fade on the wind
He was perfection
Copyright © Amy Ferguson | Year Posted 2013
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