Desert Winter (37) Posted on December 20, 2018 by Riba Warm under blankets in the early twilight cold air on my face sparrows sing outside the open window. Share this:TwitterFacebookMorePrintEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related
Interesting piece of poetry. You managed to capture the moment with your descriptive style of writing. Hope to see more from you. Keep up the good work. ❤️❤️❤️
Oh, thank you so much! I am playing with poems right now. It just sort of happened. I’m having a good time. :)
I so appreciate your encouragement.