Iridescent flecks linger
In the space
Where you once stood,
And I’m left a bird,
Without song
On an endless path.
© Amanda Makepeace
Written for NaPoWriMo 2012
Poem 3: Alone
03 Tuesday Apr 2012
Posted in writing
Amanda Makepeace's Imagination Run Amok
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Beautiful poem. And the photo is gorgeous.
Thank you Annie! 🙂
such big words…love it.