I am not sure if it's
those butterflies that...
Faces of desert
fraying against palms slowly...
We all have a speck of anger in us,
which comes in different degrees...
Red roses have a beauty
their stems bear sharp thorns...
Among the stars on the sapphire sky we live...
yet far away from your sweltering touch I am...
Lost in a world of sightless eyes,
ears that no longer hear my cries...
You're here again.
I glance as you enter...
Being born out of balance can be a rough climb
Lacking lactose tolerance and enough enzyme...
Somebody Take Me home
Lonely walls along the street...
** A palindrome, by definition, is a word, phrase...
forward or backward...
Smiling is infectious,
you catch it like flu...
For a challenge I wrote this rhyme
Wanna know it I call it Trhyme...