Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

Flowers

Custom User Avatar
More by this author
Magical jewels
Dewdrops hang,
Then drip down...
My fingers skirt its edge in awe
As they open silently

They whisper and sing
They dance in the wind
As the sun goes down
And sets
On the fragile jewels
That we look upon





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback