Poem 22: Good
- by Cecelia
- Dec 4, 2017
- 1 min read
Welcome home, dearest friend of mine
Hanging on a vine
Once more i’ll say
Goodby today
For once more you say farewell to me
Yet it shall be
The last I hear
From you my dear
May your sister dream once tonight,
She is in fright
For she saw you
Purple and blue
May your mother live tonight
She has lost might
To breathe again
call back her zen
Goodbye and goodnight my dear friend
These words I send
No good morning
I am mourning
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