Post #4824

Alone All the way from heaven, Every night she comes for me, When I look through the glass, To notice her sitting by the sea. In a beautiful white gown, With golden hairs cascading down her back, Scarf round the neck waving in the air, I stay there for minutes to stare. Is it a mere hallucination? Or is she really there? But the second I blink my eyes she's gone, Leaving me behind all alone here. #review#poetry#San