We talk of everything but speak of nothing.
The rain, the music, the footsteps nextdoor.
The food and the writings that scroll past our eyes.
But what of the sparkle in your eyes, the flutter of heart, the trail of wind through your hair.
The things we relish but fail to notice.
YOU ARE READING
The Wild in My Mind
PoetryA on-going poetry selection of little sparks that flutter into my mind from emotions, passions and the elsewhere... (#428)
