Oct 2015
Watching rushing from above
falling down to meet the crowd
sensing, momentarily, serene in the scene
suddenly, seeking something singular
not spotting it,
and progressing with shifting seasons.
falling down to meet the crowd
sensing, momentarily, serene in the scene
suddenly, seeking something singular
not spotting it,
and progressing with shifting seasons.
A friend of mine wrote me a letter and ended it with a poem and that inspired me to write her a poem back, and I normally don't just sit down to write a poem, they are normally inspired by an event/person. So here's something new!
