Gentle Waves | Poetry | April 2023
It’s almost time The water will begin to flow It’s not a giant wave But then I feel so low. There’s darkness everywhere I see no light There is only your eyes’ glow A faraway glitter in the night.
It’s almost time The water will begin to flow It’s not a giant wave But then I feel so low. There’s darkness everywhere I see no light There is only your eyes’ glow A faraway glitter in the night.