sadness flies

Posted by Robert Anderson On Tuesday, July 5, 2011 1 comments

the wind,
which breezes from the dreams
my heart
will always fail to believe in,
kisses through
her beautiful wings
and wails, and wails,
then whispers
her melancholic name
while she skirts the heavens
in spirit.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I am catching up...
this poem is near and dear to my heart...

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