A short poem. Hope somebody likes it. I cup my hands, whisper something, and then set her flying free....
Watched the promise
Sat with legs crossed
Watched the promise of storm come
The wind sigh
And the shadows run
With the sun like Dandilion
Day grey cloud and setting sun rays
Reminds me of small hands
pressed
On a window and childhood winter days.
Regards
SillyWabbit
Watched the promise
Sat with legs crossed
Watched the promise of storm come
The wind sigh
And the shadows run
With the sun like Dandilion
Day grey cloud and setting sun rays
Reminds me of small hands
pressed
On a window and childhood winter days.
Regards
SillyWabbit