Thursday, January 17, 2008

A she…

A rain was she,
Chill and pouring into.

A rose was she,
Red and smiling upon.

A dream was she,
Soft and cherishing for.

A drop was she,
Elixir and cooling in.

Now, a storm is she,
Married and carrying by.

It's Her Day!

Another 'women's day' has passed reminding that she is not yet free! Why do I think so, sitting inside the giant bird? Maybe,...