I made a wish long ago
then saw it coming true
swaying in joy slow and slow
it came for me,but to sue
One very fine day, I remember
struck a lightning of stupor n daze
before could I affair, to my wonder
I fell down obscure ripped in a haze
How do I rebuke, reflect or recover
when my heart just breaks over & over?
YOU ARE READING
The Dew in her words
PoesiaA book of Poetry of all the splendid emotions of the special little heart of a girl... previously called WRITINGS OF HER
