Every poem is precious
because every poem is a delicate flower...
I was never able to breathe
when I was with you...
Words can lead a strayer
back home, but they cant...
Took me in when no one else would.
Guided me through life the best he could...
Many memento's I've kept
All down through the years...
The wind howls as rain is driven horizontally.
My coat flaps and my hat is once more whipped into...
I never realised I was desolate
Never thought I felt alone...
I used to hear his laughter,
As he described the world around us...
To the colors that inspired this poem: Thank you.
The colors flow throughout the air...
In a field of ordinary lush
She stands nonpareil...
I'm sitting on the tip of God's fingernail tonight
Dipping in the darkness from the moon that's...
** BEFORE YOU READ THiS **
I`m thinking about writing a novel in my spare...