All I ask for
Is a place to rest my weary head
Perhaps upon the natural grass-bed
Tree roots forming the frame as
Leaves drift down onto me.
All I gaze upon
Are canopies painted with a fine brush
With hues of yellow-bright and orange-hush
Only a few parts are red-swatch
And brown-tones are to crush
Propped against a bleached bark
Campus view calmly alive
With the breeze whispering through is
All I ask for
About the Creator
Krystyna Kwiatkowska
Krystyna Kwiatkowska is an American writer currently studying English and Polish literature in the Midwest. She creates within a variety of mediums, her stories weaving in-and-out of genres from the fairytale to the gothic.
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