Kentuckygirl68's blog: "My Poetry"

Pile complexity on innocence
And you see my mind.
My heart, a whirlpool:
A waterfall of
Generosity
A river of
Compassion.

My reaching soul
Is the wind that sweeps silently
Through the dark universe
Seeking light.

At times,
At the end of the Milky Way,
I stop to turn right into a little hut
Sit in a wicker chair
And there drink a thimbleful
Of the aqueous essence
Of the universe.

Poem By Tammy C.