Poem
poemofhidden
Friday, July 27, 2018
Come to me
At the time of going
At the time of ending,
You made me confusing.
I booked you in my craziness.
I imaged you at my business.
Stopping by the river, I could not wash my face,
your face at the river.
Your face fade away never.
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