Expectant

Posted on August 10, 2020 by alan1704

There are no tears hidden in the moon
You bear the wounds of my embrace
My friend was innocent
His splintered hands with ruptured grace
Satisfies my expectant heart.

 

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Thank you for reading my poems. Please don't feel you have to comment. I enjoyed writing them, I hope you enjoyed reading them, Be blessed.

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