Perched on the edge,
Shoulder blades tensed.
The air electric
exuding confidence
Eyes open, vigilant
Lips upturned smiling
Waiting patiently
For some scripts of bad-
Writing to walk through-
the door and say hello.
YOU ARE READING
Strands of Time
PoetryA collection of feelings, hurts, experiences and lessons learnt, felt and lived. A road woven in time for 9 years and continuing. Information for Readers: You'll notice in the titles, the poems run from "Class 7 to Class 15", I started writing from...
