Like God, Himself is peeking through the clouds
Wednesday May firstPrompt is sunburstIdeas were nursedMany the worstMindset coercedWhen luck reversedPoet well-versed…
Chilled winter day, Channeling the sun,My bloom bursts forth — Prelude to spring.
To make the worlda better placedon’t duck, don’t dive,turn up and show your face,you don’t need permission.
