Poems from ryannk

She puts the coffee cup to her lips And breathes deeply in the earthy scent The steam circling her chin And fogging her glasses As she...
The sun beats down Hot on her pale neck As she pauses and brushes away A single droplet of sweat Not a cloud to be seen Nor a breeze to be...
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Are the standards of today a consensus? Does everyone really agree as to What's out and what's in...
You knew why the caged bird sings.   Your words whispered to me From pages written in ink But made with blood.   You told me It's not...
The tulips --Red Yellow Purple White-- Raise sleepy heads Above their bed of grass As they nod softly Still on the cusp of sleep The...

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