Sep 2020
These youths, they keep me young
I sit and watch them play
They dance before an older soul
In a lovely kind of way
They speak no words to hear
And yet—
Their volume is prodigious
Their eyes see beyond the realms
With deeper intuitions
I sit and watch them play
They dance before an older soul
In a lovely kind of way
They speak no words to hear
And yet—
Their volume is prodigious
Their eyes see beyond the realms
With deeper intuitions
My first poem to be published here. Wanted to start short and sweet. Thank you.
