Watch
as I turn
to go,
Wave
as I turn
to see,
Tears
rolling down
your face,
As my body
is laid
to rest.
YOU ARE READING
The Tree of Dreams
Thơ caRandom poetry and the occasional drabble or dribble of other short random thought from the depths my somewhat bemused brain, or possibly Brian if the schizophrenic misspelt pseudo entity that lives up there is up to his old tricks... poems from the...
