To Be Continued....
S Sandra Fowler
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What is the sound that dark makes when it falls?
Shattered fragments dot the sills with suet.
Whoever thought Wednesday could come this,
Sorrow to be continued by the rain.
I write my name in Yiddish just for you.
Time bridges distance with my poor attempt.
Thoughts curl like flowers round the window frame.
Each one is trillium bringing your regards.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş