Her brows are like clouds,
Storming, frowning, bending down.
A shooting star smile,
Shines out, across her dark mood.
Small hints she loves me.
Poems, Prose, Possibilities- A blog about life, nature, and meaning.
By JM Blaine- peacenpoems@gmail.com

Her brows are like clouds,
Storming, frowning, bending down.
A shooting star smile,
Shines out, across her dark mood.
Small hints she loves me.