They say
In Southern California
It doesn't rain
Yet through the blizzard
Of my heart
White Fur comforts Me in the summer
Symbolic symmetric conundrum
I gaze into the stars At the dawn's early light
Trying to find an ounce of sight
Blinded by the mistakes
Of the past
Recharging my batteries
So my wounded heart Everlast
They say it never rains
In Southern California
Precariously draped in
White Fur
Through invisible stars
May lie the anecdote For my bitter insomnia
By DAPHAROAH69
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THE SEASONAL TREE (BOOK III of Poetry)
PoetryThird collection of poetry I've written from a source of experience, love, heartbreak, joy, happiness and pain. It chronicles my life in my 30s as an openly bisexual black male, finding his way. ↘️↘️↘️⬇️⬇️⬇️↙️↙️↙️ Photo credit from paintingwithdiam...
