Poetry Blogs (worthy)
Yellow branches drifting to the shore,
You hold true in the forwards direction,
Bending ever downwards to the depths of darkness.
Your voice is shallow and short,
The breaths meaningless to all but the other,
Mirrors reflecting the sun.
Shattered windows created imperfections in a perfect line,
The glimmering colors to present true beauty once again,
Wednesday 7th March 2018 6:30 am