Soft eyes shy away.
His new face, bewildering.
Cold fingers shaking.
YOU ARE READING
Tanka & Haiku poems
PoésieThe salty sea foam, beach umbrellas like mushrooms, sparkling white hot sand, red, sun-burnt flesh everywhere, smell of blue seas mocking me.
New Face
Soft eyes shy away.
His new face, bewildering.
Cold fingers shaking.
