The sun and the rain meet in a passion
of incompatible entities
and a rainbow is born.
People look up and murmur
"What a beautiful illusion"
as if they themselves
were entirely real.
YOU ARE READING
Sweeping Winds and Rainbow Beginnings
PoetryThese are a few of my poems. I would prefer to take my time and try to sort the better ones out from the rubbish so it might take me a while to collect. I hope you can stop by and enjoy a poem or several. In poetry (good or bad) we express something...
