I was minding my own business when these words started forming in my head… It sounded pretty so I picked my phone and started writing…. enjoy Maybe it was the way the wind carried her perfume. It was strong. Tickled your nose every time she was around. Maybe it was the way the airwaves whispered her footsteps. You would hear her heels dance with the ground moments before you sensed her. And when you saw her, you would see the glory of skin. Glistening and smooth, her pores we
Paint me a picture Draw me up as a figurine Make me what I’m not. I will be your puppet Until the wind blows. Then, I will dance. A light happy dance like the trees do when there are storms. But when I dance, there will be no storm, no lightning, no rain. There may be thunder and it will roar to the beat of my dance-steps #blogger #blogging #Poems #rain #poetry #dance #poem #life #Truth
Hi guys!!! A dear friend of mine (Michael) wrote this poem for his daughter. They are beautiful words and he permitted me to share them with you… Enjoy. @Mickie, I’ll share this story and many others with her, whenever she arrives. *** When I have a daughter,
I’ll tickle her till she cries from laughter and let her know..
That crying is not always a bad thing;
Sometimes it may blur your vision;
But other times it clears the dirt the world throws into your eyes