Friday, June 12, 2015

Mimi-Mona Poetry: Next Time...

©Next Time
look into the mirror to see my soul
and the sad lines on my face...
on the paper in front of me.
Paper's blank, page is empty;
there are no petals to crush
between my palms to wash them away.
Only your sunny smile embraces me—
I am reluctant to leave
this time.

by Mimi Wolske

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