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 God, with brief interludes concerning shoe addiction.
By JB Morris- juliebmorris@obscurewritings.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.