Poems from flyingtaco

The soul yearns for a place to call its home Beside the hearth of friendship’s warm embrace Where candor rides the breeze like glitt’ring...
One thousand questions. And maybe one answer. Each day is a new adventure. Curiosity killed the cat, but fuels me. Each task I do is...
                A new day dawns, and I look towards the sun                 The mountains soar high into the air                 The birds...
The bubbles float up and down                 Gently now, don’t make a sound                 Now she’s up, they start to rush...