My idle mind
Trace your features,
As the memory of you
Flashes by.
The sunshine filters in
Through gauzy curtains,
Winds blow them
And I remember your smile.
My lips shape your name
A smile is formed
The tears pool
And drop onto trembling hands
YOU ARE READING
Sad souls
PoetryIn this inconsistent world, the only thing keeping me sane are these words I pen on paper •---•---•---•---•---• Poem and prose
