7/11/12

Last Evening
By Teesha Thomas


We lay below the spotted sky,
One last time, before goodbye.
My fingers tousled tired hair,
While you slumbered, worn with care.

A voice I loved, hummed a tune,
Sweetest sleep, arrived too soon.
The pigeons watched, watched by crows,
What they wondered, who's to know.

A falling sun, a stolen kiss,
A smile, a glimpse,
Of pure bliss.


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A recent graduate majoring in Advertising who loves reading, writing short stories and poetry and is fascinated by spiders. Has a dog and three cats and can never sing in tune. Enjoys trekking, personification and currently works as a Copywriter.