deepundergroundpoetry.com
It Only Takes One
Formed, falling, solitary.
Born from pain or love.
Rolling smooth hitting every crevice.
Crystalline and pure.
Leaving a streak or imprint.
As it falls off the edge.
Once is enough to make you wish it never happens again.
Son of Howarth
© 2010 All Rights Reserved
(From the collection “The Heart Of The Storm”)
Published 11th Nov 2017
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0
reading list entries 0
comments 0
reads 565
Commenting Preference:
The author is looking for friendly feedback.
