I've got this date stuck on my calendar The one on the balcony staring at lavenders As the sky in blue, with grey clouds Turn my
A good poem is one that leaves you feeling empty after you are done reading it. This is a good poem, isn't it?
Take in this moment A memory, now a dent in time.
Tell me to run away For terror lies underneath the tempting waves But the horizon still calls out to me And I don't want to leave.