Red Rivulets, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter)
Blades, knives
Razors slice
Redcoats race
From tear ducts
Stitches must
But they don’t
Precipice dangles
Expressions strangled
They walk away
The skies become gray
Love has died
And gone away.
(end)
One response to “Red Rivulets”
I can definitely connect with this poem, Brian. Sad ending. Hope you have a good weekend.
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