Where Poems Become Objects
Poetry in the Ordinary
Free in your world, You will invent thunder.
It will pop and sound a lot like laughter,
Behind your smile hides your true power :
You are a flower that blooms with fire.
Where Poems Become Objects
Free in your world, You will invent thunder.
It will pop and sound a lot like laughter,
Behind your smile hides your true power :
You are a flower that blooms with fire.
