I had a friend that read all my poems in my notebook and was sweet enough to leave little notes about all of them, written on torn up pieces of napkin..
Poetry touches the hearof the authorPoetry touches the mindof the readerPoetry forges connectionsto the readerPoetry stirs memoriesfor the authorPoetr..
Darkness falls as the sun sets behind the treesA purple tinge is all that remainsAs a reminder of the sunGradually the sky gets darkerWhite, twinkling..