Poems from Phishie
March, march, march, marching to the beat
The rhythmic pounding of a hundred feet.
From porch to mill, making no profits
The sharp,...
My letters trace your elegance with ease.
The page cannot contain your splendent smile.
No sweeter voice could grace the gentle breeze
Of...
A
Big
Blue
World
Full of
Dreams
Shimmers
Before
Me.
A
Wish
Inborn
Draws me
Towards the
Horizons unseen.
We can travel
Together as
Equals...