Monday, June 9, 2025

To Sylvia

 To Sylvia

 

Playing rhythm guitar

Missing a string

Having a kingdom

Without a king

A brand new morn

And there is no sun

Heaven on a clear night

Not a single star in sight

That’s how life would be

To me

Without you

But the guitar strums sweet

The kingdom is complete

The sun shines rosy and grand

And heaven is just how it’s planned.

POLISHED FRAGMENTS

Poet To The Poor


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