Free verse № 60070
On Youth Revisited
A breeze comes and goes festively,
I wash my face
And water, splash!
My new face is like a rainbow
After a grim shower.
Now, methinks
I'm younger than before...
Behind me is a Door
That opens I know
Into a chaos
Of Nightingales and flow'rs.
6 comments
Of Nightingales and flow'rs.
Yeah. Works for me.
Log in to add a comment.