An Entry On A Sunday

October love comes silent as dawn
Like autumn, always waiting

Memories of burning twigs
And hot afternoons, waning moon

It goes stale and cold like snakes and rats
For long, there had been no stars

No flowers, no hope, no zeal
Reveal your love and be home soon.

Blessed Pedro Calunsod, pray for us.
Dear GOD, show us your love.

poem by Rose Flores Rosevoc2
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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