4th Poem
Dark line, drawing eyes sea green blue ,
but I don’t know who
came to my mind.
As I draw unparalleled lines.
Like words,my hands just flows
downwards to the nose.
because it’s not a face
unless it has it’s place.
Like a kiss needs a pair lips
and a writer wants words to unzip
Like a beard, on soft skin
much like stubble that’s akin
I think, as I stroke these whiskers,
gliding though my hands on to paper.
Like rhymes, on time
off the top of my beautiful lid.
Good day it’s day four of 
. this is my fourth poem that I will be sharing with Poets Rally today: anyone can join here’s the link: http://promisingpoetsparkinglot.blogspot.com.
As for the Nation Poets Writing Month , it’s never to late to create,
Follow this link for poetry prompts: http://www.napowrimo.net/
Also I’d like to share with you a new app that I’ve used to help make a really bad drawing into a bit of art. The app is called Camera-Awesome, you can download it from iTunes :
http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/camera-awesome/id420744028?mt=8
Blessings and Live Life~Leah :)
