Poems from RosaB88
The cut is cleanly made,
When one uses the correct blade.
But if the sword is misused,
Then chaos may then ensue.
The blow is full of...
I am standing at the top,
But I am not looking down.
I hear the world beneath my feet,
But I am not looking down.
Instead I see the sky...
A Rose never picked,
a story never told.
A beauty left alone
to choose her own way.
A tale as old as time,
never exists at all.
What...