sat on the roof
looked upon the lawn
grass not as green
as the weeds
flowers that had dropped
from the trees
no flaws at all
Explore:
a poet's playground
More from the playground:
valentine’s lament?
may
the spark
of desire
quell the fire
don’t fret or fray
valentine’s day
for
friends/lovers
undiscovered
find
their way
on
other days