Poems by Fenny Sterenborg
Withered Grave
... A few lonely flowers come back every year,but its apparent, no living soul is tending here ...
Noises
... like they were boundSuddenly the people in the hallway scream and run ...
Summer Colours
... green and blue behind black shades ...
Lullaby
... worry no more for tonight I'll watch over youGently rest your head ...
