A poem about tragedy


That day in june



Sometimes
When I'm all alone
I see his face
Clear as day

Sometimes
When I'm all alone
I hear his voice
Clear as day

Sometimes
When I'm all alone
I feel his touch
Freezing

Ever since
That day in June.



Poetry by Nyorioko
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Written on 2010-01-29 at 17:09

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
Tragedy never leaves us alone. Tragedy never leaves us.
2010-01-29