Sad June - Poem by Mark Otieno

Every June i buy her flowers
I sit and we talk for hours
I usually have lots to say
Because i miss her everyday
She has never replied
Because on that June her words died
I would remind her of our fun moments
How we used to lay on the grass
With her head on my chest
I'll always bring flowers to her grave
I know in her knew home she's safe

Poems by Mark Otieno

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