POEM: Trust
Trust the things that tickle you -
That gently brush up against your leg
Trust whispers of wind that cools you
To carry your name -.
Trust clouds that hold rain and
Offer shade.
Trust the things you will never touch.
That gently brush up against your leg
Trust whispers of wind that cools you
To carry your name -.
Trust clouds that hold rain and
Offer shade.
Trust the things you will never touch.
posted by M C Biegner at 8:55 AM
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