Who knows how she fell
She didn’t want to find the known
To follow in the way
Footprints fade to one who flies
Sands scattered by the coming tides
Let steady fish find fact in schools
Her breath the wind wants wings to wonder
Lest wanderlust be lost to lessons taught not learned
Beautiful sounds here, Denise. ❤️
most of my poems meant to be read aloud. It’s how I write them/ thank you so much for your thoughts Annie