Recognition
As the sun slowly lies down,
I sit with my hair pulled tightly back,
my head resting against my knees.
I know, I know
if you walked past me
beneath my mourning tree,
I would not know your smile.
Copyright © Sam Mayhue | Year Posted 2011
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