During the Winters of the 1980s in a small Northwest Indiana farm town called Dyer, where the days and nights were long, quiet and cold, I would often look out our kitchen window at the massive snow drifts and wonder if and when Spring would arrive. In the depths of depression and with nothing else to do, these poems emerged, one by one, like petals dropping from a big, beautiful red rose.Dana Djokic. My Room My room is dim My walls are gray My face is white Because the sun isfar away Itshinesfarfrom my window And leaves my room dim Itdoesna#39;tgive me happiness But leaves my life grim What would happen If itshone onanbsp;...
|Title||:||Red Rose Petals - A Poetry Collection|
|Publisher||:||Lulu.com - 2008-03|