One More Simile
When the cost of arrangement
Became deplorable
They puckered their cheeks
Running through windmills
And I remember when I cried
Beyond the gates where the heat started
I remember when sand covered our favorite places
Smiles were the first stops towards peace
And we gathered like similes simmering
With hope
Dying for one more chance.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2015
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