Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Saturday, October 28, 2017
memoriam
Your photo is framed black
the women weep
come back, even for a second
they say when the prayers rise
get across the river
come back the women say
but your photo is framed black
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