Posted in Poetry Prayer Posted on April 3, 2017January 9, 2020 by Wayne Bowerman It is too late tonight to sit and stare Syncopated heartbeats waning like snare Never had rhythm, nothing’s given So when the night comes, hold me like prayer ———- National Poetry Month, 2017. Day 3, a gwawdodyn Share this:FacebookTwitterLike this:Like Loading...
