No Poet by Austin Kleon
The whisper…
Oft, does my ear,
She blow a softness kiss
And butterflies
They tickle’sense
And how do I that Miss
A language spoke
To life, my soul
And sense her now
My Evermore
~your poet~
Her Two Cents
The whisper…
Oft, does my ear,
She blow a softness kiss
And butterflies
They tickle’sense
And how do I that Miss
A language spoke
To life, my soul
And sense her now
My Evermore
That’s nice for this day.
With the last evermore, it’s almost set for a reply from the crow.