Silver freckles
on the sky's face
precise patterns,
shifting shapes
We reach for them
to call them ours,
Our distant, gleaming,
glittering stars
ESTÀS LLEGINT
These Insufficient Words
PoesiaPoetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. -Robert Frost This is my own collection of thoughts. My own stories, through the deepest sorrow and highest peaks of happiness I've had in my rather brief life, and s...
