I fall into your arms
like a child
You care for me
like a mother
to be the balm
for a night
and make the day
disappear
me, my pen and paper
I fall into your arms
like a child
You care for me
like a mother
to be the balm
for a night
and make the day
disappear
I am all ages; the timeless sea... One with nature, the breeze and the trees... Sparks of fire are the soul of me; I'm all that was, is and will be. © Author of Dark River - a deluge of poetry. View all posts by Isha Garg