Poetry Friday “Entry Eight”


Tiny footsteps on my land

Surrounded roses hold my hand

Warm and safe their softened Red

My lips of pink unwind my spin

Inside a feeling I have missed

Happy thoughts are pouring in

A cloud has drifted from my skies

Let sunshine begin

Growing tall, I rise from falls

I travel forward, holding hands

Safe and warm I feel, inside

God is smiling in my skin