Safety is a thing that soars
Wraps the weakest in a hug
Lifts you up on its wings-- made of clouds
When you land
It's in a cotton candy nest
A sweet treat
You feel it stick to your teeth
Leaning back
Into the tree of innocence
Fiddling
With the leaves of protection
They fall onto your face
They just sit there
You don't flick them off
Like a cleansing mask
The tar and shadows
Of the tornado
Creep in from the west
They don't hit you
Not yet
The storm
Makes the fresh flowers grow.
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Ballads of Autumn and Roses: A Poetry Book
PoetryIn a world like this one, There's only so much we can do to bring about change But as humans, Even the tiniest little experiences Bond us for life. Welcome to my Poetry Collection! Featuring poems by me, and, if this gets popular enough, my friends...
