I love a man
with dark brown hair.
I do know why,
and even care.
His many moods
are a bright mirror
where I see life,
so much clearer.
© Julianne Carlile
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
-
Happy the person with a dog, companion of the first degree. Awake or sleeping like a log, they’re fun to s...
-
My grandmother used to take us fishing. Feet dangling from the pier, she’d bait our hooks and take the fish off. Most too...
No comments:
Post a Comment
Comments subject to moderation.