The pretty white house on the back road
has a mixed up bunch of flowers
waving colors in the wind.
A blue here, a pink there
catching the sunlight.
I long for home,
my own place
to share.
now.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The pretty white house on the back road
has a mixed up bunch of flowers
waving colors in the wind.
A blue here, a pink there
catching the sunlight.
I long for home,
my own place
to share.
now.
Wonderful, the shape of this poem is perfect. It feels like that longing emulates the sinking sun. The imagery in this poem is perfect.
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