my mother told me once
that the wind
is an messenger
that it takes your words
to the ones
you love the most
yet cannot reach
so i told the wind
all that was in my heart
and asked
if it'd take them to you
and i wondered
if they ever reached you
if you ever listened
to all that i had to say
if you ever replied
then it rained
and i realized
that's how you reply
to the one
you love the most.
YOU ARE READING
whoever loves the sun
Poetry"whoever loves the sun" is a short poetry collection written over time. most of the pieces here address issues that were inspired by true life events. e. e. cummings says, "the poems to come are for you and for me and not for most people." in the en...
