That Ephemeral Thing Poem by Tony Adah

That Ephemeral Thing



Love perches on the bossom
Of imagination which wanders
Like a herd without a shepherd
It flies and lands
On a fragile a bough,
Gathers its breath
And like a bubble swells,
Fizzling in no time.

Wednesday, June 15, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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