Written by: Admin_SheEvo
A Lady’s Dreary Dream
And there she was,
remorseful holding in what she couldn’t reveal.
She sat on a curb in a field of daffodils,
reminiscing his louche creepy charm.
The old man sat playing his golden saxophone mellifluous by the rill.
Her lotus dress reminded her of the nights they’d dance
And chance under the midnight blue sky,
it matched the sapphire in her eyes during the day.
And she vaguely thought to herself,
How a renege she made would have her sated about him.
Then the sky was louring and it started to pour,
She could only hear the euphony with cold and her mind, purposely silent.
By Francisca
