Leah climbed
a grassy hill,
wildflowers blowing
in a late spring breeze
one orange petal landing,
softly,
on the tip of her finger,
as the Sun closed
another day
lighting a red-dirth path
with an ember glow,
promise of tomorrow.
Happy Birthday---
-White Cotton Rose
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
It's Lonely Road
Non-Fiction'Love is like war; easy to begin but very hard to stop.'
