Poems from beeharbor
Life is lonely
estranged and grey
but he had a brilliant mind
bright enough to shower the world with stars
his jokes caused laughter
to...
curling fingers grasp cold hands
tears swim in eyes
forming oceans of sorrow in some
furious thunderstorms in others
yellow paint marked...
I always loved the ocean
the waves crashing on shore,
to and fro
lapping up the sand greedily in its maw
But when I was a child,
I was...