Am I always bound to see man’s anger.
For silence to turn into roaring rapids.
For natures beautiful state
to burn, crackle and crash.
My world once at peace,
shaken by the unexpected.
R.D. Jess
Unexpected Anger

Making words mean something
Am I always bound to see man’s anger.
For silence to turn into roaring rapids.
For natures beautiful state
to burn, crackle and crash.
My world once at peace,
shaken by the unexpected.
R.D. Jess
I am a lover of writings and over the years I have collected a handful of poems and stories I have written. The more I wrote the more I realized I should do something with it, besides putting it in a box. View more posts