Poetry Blogs (Green to Gray)
Green to Grey
I have before seen flowers spruced such to convey meaning,
And I have before been offered a rose,
Of tantalizing beauty.
But I sit here in a meadow of dandelions,
(The weeds of a flower)
For the world had left them unkept.
I do not see tomorrow through the glass made today,
Instead, I watch the moon shift in the sky,
And I pray....
Tuesday 30th May 2017 7:26 am