Poems TRENCHES

TRENCHES




your hand always on the move up

with a white handkerchief

it was used on your face

tears cascading down

your neck filled with blood vessels protruding

a calling was there to approach but saw it all

the cause of that crying

that other person

the better half

had done it

how do not know the details

but it was a scene caused

beating on the others shoulder persistently

much as it was felt

that pain of yours

decided today was too early

to make a move

but someday one day

mine you will be

luck knocks once

and this surely is

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