Light at the End of the Tunnel We march through this tunnel This dark, everlasting…
How Poems Feel To Me
Poetry is a rose that is given to you on Valentine’s Day,
Poetry is your first basketball going through a hoop.
Poetry is warm blanket that covers you,
Poetry is a very soft pillow that you sleep with.
Poetry is a million dollars that you have just won,
Poetry is winning the NBA finals.
Poetry is winning the Super Bowl,
Poetry is falling in love all over again.