Blind honestyA Poem by Brigitte Adela
She wishes she could see the blades of grass dancing in the music of mother nature.
She wishes she could see a man's expression as he holds his new born. She wishes she could see one filled with evil intention. She wishes she could see one's failure. © 2011 Brigitte Adela |
Stats
192 Views
Added on September 2, 2011 Last Updated on September 2, 2011 Author
|
Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Read Request
My Library
Subscribe
Flag Writing