Poem -
After Hours
Whiskey soaked moonlight through rose colored glasses, choices and, voices, immoral free passes. Dusk turns to dawn and, dreaming is sacred, the love and the light is matched by the hatred. Days turn to weeks and, then into years, time is a tide, the dry sand is our fears. Thirsty and wanting, the hope it will reach. Kneeling to submission and praying for keeps.
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Dana Fortunato,
Lovable lines from you pen, My applause.
Regards
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Thank you so much for your kind words William.
Dana! Beautiful write!
val
Thank you so much val!
Heiii Dana
Wonderful write up..liked it..:)
keep writing
Love
Surabhi
great write congrats x
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