Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2013
So endless do these words pass from fingers, to lips.
Carefully strung letters, flowing from hands, to tip.
Eventually, we'll all get the hang of this; well, life that is.
© 2013 Christina Jackson
Christina Jackson
Written by
Christina Jackson  29/F/FL, USA
(29/F/FL, USA)   
377
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems