Closed Weekend Poem by Brown mbadiwe

Closed Weekend

1. My golden day are running, no memories bittersweet Saga. Nostalgic on a fairy tale, going home no sweet home.

2. Plenty memories to live by, plenty, enough. On a silver lining, a thin layer of death and life

3. Stepping in, no golden rule no golden thread. Funny enough, no laughter. Buried hands, no tears, no cry.

4. UnKnown days, no tears to cry. Veridical, a vipers tale, hissing untold, whispers unheard.

5. Meet the Legends, a Black Dance with memories

Wednesday, August 2, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: weeks,better days,old memory
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Whichever way the weekend goes
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