A CHILDs CRAYON
kisses form flowers
billow, filled in with color
a child’s crayon moves
so much like a seismograph
happiness upon the page
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
