Literary Works by B. C. Brown

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Sighing Clouds Poem

Starting and stopping my heart skips,
Thinking of you when we last kissed,
I can't help but think of our distance and rifts,
the sun rests on my back while the moon gently lifts my chin,
The clouds sighing part my resolve.

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