a poem
A poem took a day off to visit the sunny shores of the poet’s imagination She set…
I know, me tooI was scared tooand that’s all I can really saybut wait there’s moreso…
that kind of lifein which author is us and the reader is god.
I could never write
Is this where you want to be?Suffused in softness.Is this where you want to be?WarmContentLoved.