To the love of my life, whoever she was – by P.K. Odendaal - August 2017.
The muse visited me last
night just before bedtime and this poem streamed out of my soul – hope you
enjoy it and that it touches a part of your soul:
This is just an ode to a
friendship of old
Which went up in smoke when love had no hope
Yet the grief and the pain is all that remain
In a world and a season when friendship had no reason.
Which went up in smoke when love had no hope
Yet the grief and the pain is all that remain
In a world and a season when friendship had no reason.