Poems from poetr
withered petals, dented leaves,
and crusty, dried dirt blanket
the ground beneath our souls.
the rain is cold but fresh;
nature burns the...
thoughts collide
a jolt in the hands
knuckles spark like flint
A pen scrawls
and readers bawl
on paper fresh like mint
In a storm of...
Asphalt riversstretch across the empty landthat, over time,would swallow the tar hungrilyand leave not a single crumbfor the path-seeking...