Frowning Faces Hide
From A Weeping Sky
The Cities Bustle
Has Stolen Friendly Smiles
And Replaced Them
With Anxious Glances
At Fancy Watches
But When The Sky Weeps
And The Hurried Humans
Hold Their Umbrellas
To The Storm
And Feet Are Closely Watched
Two People Might Bump
Into Each Other
And They Might Look At Each Other
And They Might Smile
And The Day Might Be Brightened
On Those Days
When The Sky Weeps
YOU ARE READING
Pandora's Box. Opened.
PoetryJust a selection of poems I have written, that didn't fit in with my other poetry selection since these really have nothing to do with my novel. But there may be some repeats from the other selection.
