Midnight hair
lay shiny on a pink dress
amid dogwood boquets, but
flowers should not signal
the end.
I still hear
Delta Dawn
and remember,
yes, remember,
how her voice sounded
like May all year long.
Midnight hair
lay shiny on a pink dress
amid dogwood boquets, but
flowers should not signal
the end.
I still hear
Delta Dawn
and remember,
yes, remember,
how her voice sounded
like May all year long.
Whoa. Very dense. Absolutely lovely.
Thank you, Kolembo!
Hi Nochi,
I finally found you. Please contact me at my email addy. I want to get your permission for sharing Your Melugeon papers at ARS Concordia. You retain all publishing rights; you insert a note. I have 20 pages that we wrote at that time. Let us talk. Lyd
lydianna123@gmail.com
I’m glad you found me, too. Lyd. I’ll email you from home tonight. We used to have fun over there didn’t we?
Que bonita esta poema. 🙂 Lovely.
Gracias, amiga. 🙂