she smiles,
it rivals the sun.
such a child,
her life has not yet begun.
in trouble, she's filed,
she's having fun.
she's reconciled,
her grimace rivals the moon.
YOU ARE READING
the lowest heights
PoésieI thought to write this book as a little more abstract and informal because I needed something that's just a small escape from everyday life because, as all of you probably know, life is hard. I hope you enjoy these small poems and little rants. Tha...
