She Cries
the distant sunrise
beacons the abandoned widow
to think of heaven
as beside the window she cries.
By Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
1/12/2017
Practicing Nette Onclaud’s newly invented form: Quadro
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2017
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