Poems from velisewhite
Tire treads are organic
Despite their creations being of
Human design
The composition of their molecules
Whose parts are made of
Names I...
His amber sunset eyes glare upwards
Seeing past things as they are
For what they should be;
A soulful countenance.
Coat well-worn,...
The little Igor that I was at thirteen
Looked at a blank page and saw it
For exactly what it was.
But soon she saw what it could be.
What...