Pretty promises hung
Limp from your lips
Like the broken bells
On my Christmas tree
~azmina
YOU ARE READING
Of Floating Buoys and Broken Bells
Poetry"Poetry flowed like little rivulets From the ocean that was her soul." ~azmina Our souls dance to the rhythm of poetry. A small collection of my poems that will, hopefully, provide the beats to your dance.
Broken Bells
Pretty promises hung
Limp from your lips
Like the broken bells
On my Christmas tree
~azmina
