A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
A wet stage
And empty seats
Under an open sky.
A crowd of two,
Just me and you
Speaking the words
To the play we’ve made.
Our Own Play
An archive of my works and writings
An archive of my works and writings
A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
A wet stage
And empty seats
Under an open sky.
A crowd of two,
Just me and you
Speaking the words
To the play we’ve made.
Words Worth While 