Something a little classical Maybe mirror, mirror on the wall Or yes, Roses are red, violets are? I don’t know, but whatever it was
By Wendyxo 6 months ago in Poets
To think of the burning woods at night Not where it went nor were it came Rather what it caused The delight became pictorial
~ WHAT LOVE? So many stars at night Some shines brighter, I must say How big the sun in the day It blinds, I can’t deny Still, it’s been this way for decades