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.
Que bonita esta poema. 🙂 Lovely.
Gracias, amiga. 🙂
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?
Whoa. Very dense. Absolutely lovely.
Thank you, Kolembo!