And We Write

Challenge: Ask somebody you know how his or her day was. Make any kind of poem out of their answer.

So I slept past the shadows of the morn

Unconcerned with the passage of time

Never far from the regions of my mind

Naked wishes a reminder of your scorn

Yellowed sun turned to red to adorn

Published by miasotowrites

Wannabe Writer Tired Mother Aspiring Slacker

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