I feel free.
I am no longer
held by the
Shining bars of
Sunlight.
Shine, Gleam, Shine,
In the Rain’s
Soft Pattering Kisses.
Kiss, Patter, Kiss.
In the Rain,
I Feel Free.
Tag: Poetry
There once was a family named Makice who had never been to Greece. They spent some time to come up with a rhyme, and now their Muse it at peace.