Finger Tips

June 2, 2009
More by this author
One of life's beauty's erupt's before me.
Its placed due beyond my reach.
It distresses me, perched there idling so close.
Im distraught as it's blown away.
The life it held never to be felt again.

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback