The howling wind is
Making the dead branches move
Near the greenish lake.
The pain of letting
Someone notice how fragile
You actually are.
See these water drops
On my white desk? They're for you
And your eyes to see.
YOU ARE READING
Mind of a Wanderess - A Collection of Poems
PoetryThis book is a collection of the poems I write, whenever my muse and my mood tell me to do so. Here, in this book, you can have access to a young woman's thoughts and feelings. /warning: my style is very random, and most of my poems are written in o...
