Instead of Flowers I Brought Him a Poem 2
Chaotic, smudgy letters
written in a hurry with a borrowed pen.
On a small, ripped piece of paper.
Where all the poems belong.
Invisible while squeezed
in my shaking hand,
instead of a bouquet of
beautiful, red roses,
that die, without a word goodbye.
Copyright © Danka Sikorska | Year Posted 2022
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