Season of breakups

Season of breakups

A Poem by Grace Dunwoody

She looked at me,
sadness filling her tear ducts
Before she said anything,
I just knew,
without a shadow of a doubt,
That morning was the last that the sun would ever rise 

© 2021 Grace Dunwoody


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Added on September 9, 2021
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