You left your phone on the hall table,
Where new daffodils blazed,
Beacons of hope in dark January days.
Is it,too, a sign?
When will you come knocking at my door again?
Poetry and writing
Poetry and writing
You left your phone on the hall table,
Where new daffodils blazed,
Beacons of hope in dark January days.
Is it,too, a sign?
When will you come knocking at my door again?
Jo Hansen 