May my poem now, bring,
In my heart to yours a song,
Written they go free, flowing by,
Just like rain, and sunshine.
Sometimes, they may come,
Riding as they pleased,
Looking out, from gray clouds,
Or showering, with rays of sun.
Sometimes, they just bustled in,
Happy, and carefree, dancing like a clown,
There are other times, in the dark they hide,
And they come out, with me, crying all night.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2003