Poems from Maria Margaret
Do not say
that you have seen
another way
for us to play.
It has not been
at all okay.
You took away
my old routine,
promised me a better...
He does not sing to me. To air instead
he sweetly hums so soft, caressing ears
with sounds melodious, that others' heads
turn t'ward the...
The water was clean, the water was clear
The water was felt and fell over her
Through her hair and to the nape of her neck
It ran down her...