Poems from jenenb7
Who I am can only be described in words that have no syllables
and stories that never end.
I was there in the garden,
under the trees,...
To be Thankful
To be thankful is to be that summer breeze that no one is ready for
and no one is expecting.
It is to be filled with bubbles...
Do dreams really come true?
Do Fairy God Mothers' really believe in, "Bippidie Boopidie Boo"?
Do needs and desires have a common rhyme?...