Poetry Corner

[casina]

He skips upon the chairs from aisles -
mantled in the morning rain -
and sits beside the girl imbued
with images of his face: cocaine
eyes and bewitching smile;
Who, never fails to change the morn'
from dreary skies and lessons trite,
to incite
fun and ardour from hereon.

Comments

[hezzabeth]

CASINA THAT WAS AWESOME.

[casina]

Thanks! It was based on yesterday