idle
like the riddle
in the middle
then my hands fiddle
with a thought
that i caught
while i wrote
this little note
oh dear one,
just like the swans
as they swam
in the lake of warm
warm water in the surface
that makes me face
the face of an ace
that i can't chase
oh dear one,
may you shine like the sun,
and remember, hun,
that you can run
to the homerun.
YOU ARE READING
fallen leaves
General Fiction❝Have you ever wondered The leaves falling, Is it just me or are they falling Because of hanging too long?❞ - a book full of short stories and poetry by lemonadelobeu
