The times..... when a mind is ground to powder when tears spring when even the sky cries and the rivers rise When...... time has no meaning and words have lost theirs It is then...... that we realise that a word... Continue Reading →
Pleeaase! Nooo! Don't glare Don't come near You're my Kryptonite Leave Me Whole, Just Leave Me Alone! Copyright 2017 Vivian Zems (A Fibonacci Poem) Daily prompt: Glaring
