When the Sun Comes
Out of a wild rain storm
In the wings
The sun stands nervous
On cue but with notes she hadn't planned
Feathered and caught by reaction
she hides her beauty
For so hot
Herself burns true
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.
