The old man comes to visit me
Talks to me in my deep sleep
Twists his fingers with strands of my hair
As I lay out all my cards to bare
He eased my mind so much so
I wake up with an after glow
And then one night he waved goodbye
And said, "See you in the afterlife"
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Of Roses & Storms
PoezjaOf Roses & Storms is a collection of 154 poems written over my adolescent years that express my views on love, the world, and everything in between.
