Poems from Alyssa Marich
Day in,
Day out.
Old news,
Old games.
One hears,
One listens,
But only some
Write.
Still beauty of nature in the cold,
The rushing wind...
Day in,
Day out.
Old news,
Old games.
One hears,
One listens,
But only some
Write.
Still beauty of nature in the cold,
The rushing wind...