Poems from flyingtaco
The soul yearns for a place to call its home
Beside the hearth of friendship’s warm embrace
Where candor rides the breeze like glitt’ring...
One thousand questions.
And maybe one answer.
Each day is a new adventure.
Curiosity killed the cat, but fuels me.
Each task I do is...
A new day dawns, and I look towards the sun
The mountains soar high into the air
The birds...
The bubbles float up and down
Gently now, don’t make a sound
Now she’s up, they start to rush...