My lover departs on a voyage to the east oh! how I’ll miss him. Written for Bluebell Book’s Short Story Slam.
Poetry is you Poetry is me Poetry’s the hue our mind’s eyes see. Poetry is abstract as much as it attracts your sense of reading to the poet’s ideas written. Poetry’s the child of brains run wild Poetry is anything that conjures words to meaning. Poetry is wings fly away at will explore horizons reachContinue reading “Poetry is…”