Author: R***t
Rating: 5/5 ★★★★★
Date:
Review: Here’s a random short poem, created on the spot: In the hush between two passing hours, Where sunlight drips through drifting clouds, The world forgets its hurried powers, And gently sheds its bustling shroud. A sparrow writes the sky in arcs, A quiet script of feathered flight; And somewhere deep in city parks, A dream wakes softly into light. So linger here, where time is slow, Where thoughts can wander, loose and free— For in the spaces rivers know, The heart remembers how to be.
Color: Red Violet
Size: S
