Surf

His soul is like a soothing surf
And I can’t get enough
But I’m crashing around his hidden turf
Like where the tide is rough
I get so tired like near giving up
But then he shows his worth

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2020

New #freestyle micropoem
My messy penmanship ๐Ÿ˜Š

I can’t stop writing. Pages. But none of it is in the digital land yet. Thought I’d share this freshly written micropoem tho…


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