Poems from SamPucket
My voice. Barely louder than a mouse. Squeeking by conversation after conversation. Nothing to add, no one to listen. Emotions hidden...
The sun setting on the sea;
Blues and greens, reds and yellows Reflect on the water; For the lone boat at sea Two men watching; Eyes...
Fire burns all that touch Leaving scars to those who are foolish It cooks our meat, our food Giving nutrition to further life It rages with...