Discreet, subtle eyes
silently questioning me.
Fervent, covert mind.
YOU ARE READING
Tanka & Haiku poems
PoetryThe salty sea foam, beach umbrellas like mushrooms, sparkling white hot sand, red, sun-burnt flesh everywhere, smell of blue seas mocking me.
The Distortion of Quiet People
Discreet, subtle eyes
silently questioning me.
Fervent, covert mind.
