Poems from Valerie Connor
A blank canvas stares at me.
At a blank canvas I stare.
Create something new it dares.
But why am I so scared?
A nagging voice inside,
it...
Dearest Water-Droplet-on-the-Windshield,
Oh how you fall on my windshield.
Yet somehow form into a droplet
And have life once again...
Darkness, sin, selfishness They all surround.
Oh familiar darkness, my friend.
But wait! What is this that approaches? That which burns my...