He opened the door
and slowly entered the house.
The quiet creak of each floorboard
as he passed above
gave hint that he was there.
Category: poetry reading
Sand … An Interesting Thing, Poetry by Lizzie Heart
Middle of July
Sun high in the sky
Sweltering rays
Melting me away
Alright! I’m done
Time for some fun
Let’s head to the beach
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