Poetry – Father’s Day, 4: Thorns At Final

This morning I saw your picture in the fireplace Alive; playing with us, our favourite game, chase! A photo, a blast of smile with a ‘love’ splash But, it faded faster than that camera’s flash Your illusion, played the crime lotto so often In the end, you won: the coffin and cotton I’ve got you […]

via Father’s Day, 4: Thorns At Final. — Ricardo Sexton

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