waiting November 11, 2016Vonita empty bench covered in leaves wind shaking tired trees dry wood and rusted metal scent of fall’s fresh breath cool air kissing me alone and lonely Share this:LinkedInTwitterFacebookRedditTumblrPinterestPocketEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related
Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site and commented: By the great Vonita. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site and commented:
By the great Vonita.
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Fantastic. Just incredible.
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Thank you, I started a poetry course and this was my first poem from that 😊
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That makes it even better
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