twofourteen

twofourteen

A Poem by TalkerStalker

A winter sting, a fractured wing, a February sky

A bitter king, an absent queen, a lover’s lonely cry

Another fling, too long till Spring, another year gone by?

A funny thing, this twofourteen, it makes me want to die.

© 2023 TalkerStalker


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Added on July 27, 2023
Last Updated on July 27, 2023