Why Poetry?
Life happened “Alas” Poetry was born. ~Susan McMillan
Life happened “Alas” Poetry was born. ~Susan McMillan
A memory made is like A nail pulled out of wood. Once there, Always leaves a lifetime mark! ~Susan McMillan
In the middle of the night When the world is lost in slumber She’s awake! Wrapped tight in her lover’s arms She whispers all her fears; “I am afraid of the future” “I am afraid of death” “I am afraid of the unknown” “I am just afraid” . Him Seeing through her “naked soul”…… Continue reading Naked soul;