Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

Pale Full Sun

This wasn’t difficult, the best day of my life?

Rolling back the years, with no regrets or fears, the day I married my wife
A day of joy, a day of warmth the best day of my life
That day in December, so cold I remember, but under a pale full sun
Frozen bridesmaids charms my brothers in arms, that beautiful lady I’d won.

All words Meadowhead Bard.

One response to “Pale Full Sun”

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    enthusiasticallyresilientd7c971dc2c

    Nice, Indi!

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