Dec 2015
Our poems are fabrics
knit with the dreams inside
laid out in the open
so may a passing eye
grant a glance
a pausing mind
decides for a fleeting moment
to wear
thinking them their own.
knit with the dreams inside
laid out in the open
so may a passing eye
grant a glance
a pausing mind
decides for a fleeting moment
to wear
thinking them their own.
