The lily, pure
and driven clean
prays for darker
skies.
Where rivulets roll
against polished
pebbles, ego
waits - homeless.
(This poem was written with my good friend, Tara. To read more of her poetry, click here. The arrival of a late winter rain caused this poem to be posted here.)
2 comments:
You and Tara do good work :) Love the CSS on the site too. Very Zen.
It's all Tara. I just add the commas and little words like that & and.
Post a Comment