Books on the shelf
paper windows
into other lives.
Books on the shelf
paper windows
into other lives.
I never heard of
A person who did not enjoy
To gaze upon the spectacle
Of a bright rainbow.
Why then some of us do frown
Upon those people who dress like the rainbow?
Dear paper,
I have come to you again
Like the faithful come to church,
Or the drunkard to the tavern,
Or the lover to his naked lover on the bed.