Poetry, Writings

Sun shining Still, they fell like diamonds from the sky for surely they were diamonds to the ground. Precious, desired, replenishing. The one resource on a never ending cycle.


A coffee shop poem

  Coffee Shop A giggle  A whisper A soft subtle sigh as a story comes to a close Drip      Drip             Drip                        Ah that first sip                                                        At the coffee shop.                              – Amandia Lawrence