Falling and landing swiftly on water
Floating down stream
Lost without mother or father
Drifting through a dream
Alive but not living
Crying out, chirping like a bird
Not hoping or believing
For she is not the first but the third
Without a home.
YOU ARE READING
Rose Petals
PoetryA collection of poems written by none other than me. They may be long and may be short, but they'll always be filled with emotion and feelings so deep and sometimes indescribable. Yet, here they are. Written and described on a piece of paper. Well...
