How She Sees
Light…
what a beautiful light.
If only to touch for a moment
as day turns to night.
And how…
how I wish it could it be,
we all could see through eyes of children
so innocently.
Oh, see how she glows
from her head to her toes
as the light gleams from her face.
Will we change how she sees,
or change so we see things her way?
Will we change how she sees,
or change so we see things her way?
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.
