The touch

You are watching
Moving colors
In stillness of skies



Moving mind
Touching of wind
In face of child

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

The innocence of how we see the moving political climate to which most of us are excluded seems so wrong but we are powerless!

[Wayfaring stranger]

This poem is actually more simple. My observation of skies in evening colors of sun. Feeling the,window down at my face and,feel like child. But I like your interpretation too..