poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Morphing waters, The rain clears the murkiness of the Lake, Stillness sits once again, the Sun appears. Shines it’s light, peaking through the tree tops, Raining a parade of love onto it’s People And Restoring it’s natural Wild Beauty. You are like Gentle Water to me, Showering me, in waves, Like I’m on a […]