Poems from T.Cohen
A crow sits on a swingset
The winter sun goes down
Lonely cries of crows
Become the only sound
A keyboard clicks
Crows keeping time...
I’m living life in a river bed --
The path was drawn before I was born.
The world is so loud and full of life,
But silence cannot be hidden...
A delicate balance, strong and frail
Warm and shivering, held in the palm
Hands that cradle and try not to break
On the edge of destruction...
A delicate balance, strong and frail
Warm and shivering, held in the palm
Hands that cradle and try not to break
On the edge of destruction...
A delicate balance, strong and frail
Warm and shivering, held in the palm
Hands that cradle and try not to break
On the edge of destruction...