That Poem On Your Doorstep
Sometimes you pen beautiful poems,
and they just get rushed by and ignored.
It reminds of leaving a stunning gift,
in front of someone's door.
For some reason, the door never opens!
No matter how long, I languish there hoping.
And my heart weeps, as I watch it, sitting
cold and so poetically forlorn.
Why do I put myself through this?
I can just put it quietly away in a velvet lined drawer!
4/3/2021
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Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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