David Mohn Poet Haibun

Her Name Was -

Notes were passed on paper long returned to dust. Her smile and eyes faint flickers of a dying candle. Longer hair now wavers between dark blond and brown in the ethers of my mind.

                                           first grade crush
                                      hazy as smoke at dusk…
                                              lost horizon

                                              09 Jul 2020
                                     A Memory Poetry Contest
                                   Sponsored by Line Gauthier

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Brandy Nicole September 6, 2020 at 9:32 PM Sometimes, crushes can last a lifetime. Reliving those moments, can touch the heart in many ways. ~ Brandy

Aditi Mishra July 26, 2020 at 9:59 AM Strange how we have those hazy memories coming back to life so clearly. This is beautiful David :)