she is with you
she is the angel that sits so near
her breath is the breeze
her eyes the sky
her smile the sun
that dries the rains
she needs no tears
to feel your pain
sing her favorite song
each day
sing
sing
sing……………..today
Explore:
a poet's playground
More from the playground:
entanglement
the idea
couldn’t flow
it was entangled
in a web of axons
brilliant
but
it was stuck
the synapses
refused to
communicate
frustration
led to
mental malaise
it is there
it is there
on the tip
of my tongue