Poems from moon.bookworm
Pensync dropped in front of people
One by one they click open
Click, click, click
Pens that create
Create letters, create words
Pieces of...
Phones everywhere
Babies, kids, teens, adults, elderly
Everywhere I look there's a phone
Students, teachers, drivers, policemen, firemen...
The hooves pound
My oh my do they pound
On that hard, frozen ground
The wind through that beautiful mane
The wind through the rider's...
What am I? Who am I?
Those simple questions have the most difficult answers
They may seem easy after finding the answers
But the...
There is no such thing as perfect
Only imperfect
We all have imperfections
My imperfections make me me
I see these as raw beauty
I see...