Tagged: mood
Alone In The Room
Poem The fan keeps on spinning To the sound of the dripping Tap steel still as a statue Alone in the room Blinding white light through The window that frames her Face white...
The World’s Exhale
Poem Waking up I hear the rain, the wind rustling the tree branches The rushing of car wheels spinning over the wet streets I see the blue light peeking from behind the curtains...
