"Your" Poem
Almost forgot
To write
About you
Could it be
You’re too far?
Or maybe you’ve gone
As fast as morning dew
Forgot to tell
Of the time of us
You and I
I owe you one.
Deep in the woods
Under the meadow
Behind lilied ways
Your face
It’s in the rosebuds
On the stream
In the waves.
I toy it
Between my fingers
Just for a moment
Watch its beauty
It’s sign of rebirth,
Then,
I let it float away.
Serina Morales
This poem is about:
Me