Sunday #poem #poetry

this Sunday
hangs black drapes on all my windows
look, i packed some memories for her
my crocheted dress
he liked so much
the smell of jasmine from my hair
a symphony
three roses and aromas of some fruit
prayers and a poem that i wrote
the red of tamarillos from the Spanish bowl
the innocence i cherished
when i was sixteen
this Sunday doesn’t stop
she wants my soul


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