Mar 2018
I got swept away.
This past Tuesday night.
By the sights and smells;
dried leaves dancing about
And that woman,
so in love, that she sighed
Her poetry to the wind
This past Tuesday night.
By the sights and smells;
dried leaves dancing about
And that woman,
so in love, that she sighed
Her poetry to the wind
Written about a poet friend of mine, who did a reading for her book. It was a great event and it inspired some poetry of my own.
