While the heavens open and the rains come down
The plants turn green from a cold dry brown
The day is awake and so begins the countdown
Of twenty-four hours to add a page to our lives and refuse to drown.
YOU ARE READING
A 100 For My Better Half
Poetry"Summer and warmth spilled from her eyes, Breaking my shell like metal on ice, I tried to ignore, yet I couldn't excise- The love in me that she enticed". Praise Frank This is an anthology to and for one who unconsciously opened a gate which was shu...
