Season of the Sticks
More by Writer1326
-
Untitled
With the crashing tide,
And wisps of wind,
Rain melts all there was.
And all that will ever be.
As water rises in the sea.
-
Power Brings Greed.
Moving mountains,
Falling fountains,
Whispers of time,
And whatever is mine.
Holding power,
A complex shower,
-
Magnetic
Drawn to the sky,
A magnet within a sigh.
The gleam I know all too well,
With words to say, stories to tell.
Wrapping around me,
Rooted in denial,
Comments
Log in or register to post comments.