as my thoughts and spirits cascade
like particles of broken ice
into a stagnant creek of wilted sorrow
a crane picks at the salted remains of my heart
.a.bowl.of.random.words.3
an expression of feeling
as my thoughts and spirits cascade
like particles of broken ice
into a stagnant creek of wilted sorrow
a crane picks at the salted remains of my heart
.a.bowl.of.random.words.3
the words are nicely chosen and you have a style of your own samantha- i enjoyed this very much indeed. thank you for sharing and stay cool.. 😉