A Lonely Pinwheel —Jay Bleu

Posted byJeannePosted inpoetryTags:, , , , , ,

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.

Read more —Jay Bleu aka The Fragrance Writer

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