Poems from sarajean
The bird flies freely, no worries at all.
Flies with her flock, amongst the stars.
Pretty and happy is she.
Happy she is finally free.
A...
When we look at each other.
When we laugh, or even smile.
When he rests his head on my shoulder.
When he hugs me.
I feel the sparks between...
Snow on the roof tops,
Wreaths on the doors,
And wrestling mats
On basletball floors.
Cups of hot cocoa,
Big bulky coats.
These are the...