As dew falls
Sweetly on the faces
Of the newborn grass
Flowers bloom
In adversity
Of warmth from
The sun
And lay placed in
The cold from
The frosty night air
Blanketed by the
Silvery moon.
YOU ARE READING
My Book Of Poetry
PoetryI haven't wrote in a while but feel it maybe a good place of controlled release of emotion. Enjoy. Please feel free to share. There will be a mix of old and new writings. It is mostly poetry.
