She would camouflage
Between the folds of her skin
Years of scattered dreams
He gave her a smile
To iron out the creases
No more scattered dreams!
Poetry is my calling, not my hobby!
Crease, Dreamcatcher, Dreams, Fold, hope, Love, Poetry, senryu, Skin
November 4, 2016 at 10:57 am
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November 4, 2016 at 10:58 am
Thank you Sir
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