Poems from flying_sparrow
the picture of the notebook is far too cliché to add into my report about writing.
how the pages fall open just so...
A man pauses halfway across a glass bridge,
All at once sturdy and unsteady and still, he turns to go back,
restless,...
Here’s how it happened:
Gray sunlight opened on a poor couple walking on the beach,
and rather than hands they grew roses from...
“At least it was interesting.”
Nicole and Charlie sat outside the impromptu concert hall, backs up against the red brick building...
Have you ever wondered what happened to the old gods?
What happened to the ancient heroes that used to guard the world?
I’ll tell you...