Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2016
water falls at the end of land ,
i love it with patience ,
wasting my time ,
i never see the whole rainbow ,
when the sun is on my back ,
before me , a shadow ,
made by the light .
Roger James Walker
Written by
Roger James Walker  Macclesfield
(Macclesfield)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems