Poems from kerkusa
Denise woke in the January dark.
It was 3am and a new moon.
She put on a dress for the first time.
Soft cotton, made for young skin.
The...
Denise woke in the January dark.
It was 3am and a new moon.
She put on a dress for the first time.
Soft cotton, made for young skin.
The...
Poetry is an insight to the soulPowerful images built with wordsEmotions drawn from rhymeThere is a world in poetryA story to be heard and...