Physco

Poem By Khalid Mansour Saleh

He was swept along the tunnel and like a very gentle reef
Everything was cleansed, pains, sorrows, guilt, all forms of grief
A meadow of love is all that remained
Nothing else mattered it was all that had been gained
Her second 'I Love You' when he had to hear her once more
Was loves deepest arrow that he had ever felt it entered the very core
There were more flash playbacks as he began this infinite journey
And there was a smile on his old face as they wheeled out the gurney

Comments about Physco

I like very much the image of the meadow of love. A very good poem.


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