Stoney trail accompanied by philosophical Questions Brightly colored moss and muddy puddles Surround the murky path Debates of what color the grassy flora are
By Novalyn Hiviriö6 years ago in Poets
Blue as a child who's toy is taken So is the sky White as an ocean's bubbling foams So are her clouds Branches and leaves scattered a veneer of Death on the solid cold Earth below her
Lay me on the rivers bed so I can get to Sleep. Cold air and water breathing on me from Above Noone dare come to my rescue, nor say a Word
Chilling beams of water washing against my Face as I sit weary upon the dock Air drenched with a smell of salt and sand Around the bend, washed to shore, Treasures, trinkets, and simple shells that Children take home proudly