A Lonely Pinwheel —Jay Bleu

A Lonely Pinwheel
Spins in the Wind at a Grave:
Someone Remembers.

By that Graves, He Walks.
He’ll Never Have a Pinwheel. . .
Already Alone.

While His Cheeks are Dry.
A Thousand Tears Flood his Soul
Distant, Lonely Stars.

3 thoughts on “A Lonely Pinwheel —Jay Bleu”

Jay Bleu says:

April 24, 2020 at 1:42 pm

Thanks for the Share!!!

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1. Jeanne says:
  
  April 24, 2020 at 1:50 pm
  
  👏🏼 👏🏼 👏🏼
  
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  1. Jay Bleu says:
    
    April 24, 2020 at 1:51 pm
    
    Hope you’re doing well!
    
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