Poems from SabrinaB
Raisins.
Vile, dried, bitter fruit of the sun –
Grandma always said, they’re just grapes that got left outside too long.
Raisins in the...
A cloud of others covers
The city like the mist that shrouds
the Matterhorn each day
As if the people of the snowy town
Are themselves...
On this desert island,
Deserted from desserts
We take for granted like cars and jewels and shoes and
I see a hazy vision.
The heat of the...
On this desert island,
Deserted from desserts
We take for granted like cars and jewels and shoes and
I see a hazy vision.
The heat of the...