Friday, May 20, 2011

Harlem Poem!

What happens to the people we learn to love?
Does it float away
like a twig in the river?
Or like a bird flying south
And then you learn to love again?
Or
Like a tumbleweed in the desert?
Maybe it just is in our minds
Like an old memory of family
Or does it float away.

No comments:

Post a Comment