• someshj 47w

    Beauty trumps all.

    Just like that
    Seasons pull
    And shift

    They came
    We went

    Fair exchange is
    No robbery

    The joy of my days
    Bring back
    Your whiskery touch

    Like cobwebs
    Wrap, ensnare.
    Of mid day meals
    That were my
    I write to unknow
    It brings me joy
    To know