Saturday, March 17, 2018

A Week Of Summer Fruits Comments

Rating: 5.0

Oh that summer week; I wish it could have been long as an age,
Felt parting and innocent; fresh scent of summer fruits like it never ends; every week;
Then poor years that staggered along my youth like a thousand years of fear and rage
The flush of anger and frustration on the my child cheek:
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Bernard F. Asuncion 17 March 2018

Nero, such a fine poem.....10++++*

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