thanks for the suggestion: @Psych_08
When the wind whistles and the dirt doodles
On a journal's puckered page, a pen
Need not press a single time, for what's
Drawn by nature's chance becomes an
Eye's dessert, and we are
Reminded that perfection is a lens.
YOU ARE READING
Waiting for the Rain to Fall
PoetryPoems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased review from me, the author.
