Words strung together,
Untangled by the hand,
Deepest thoughts strewn,
Like the wind across the sand.
An open window to the soul,
A look through a child's eyes,
It doesn't matter how it sounds,
A poem never lies.
Twisted feelings burning,
A desire to set them free,
A scribble on some paper,
For everyone to see.
Untangled by the hand,
Deepest thoughts strewn,
Like the wind across the sand.
An open window to the soul,
A look through a child's eyes,
It doesn't matter how it sounds,
A poem never lies.
Twisted feelings burning,
A desire to set them free,
A scribble on some paper,
For everyone to see.
© Jan
Macleod