and the smoke will rise
i will cover my eyes
please the flowers with my songs
as the oak tree sighs
droplets of evening
will litter the ground
till the night is fully approached
without making a sound
i'll let the smile stretch my face
one last time
dreaming of desire
hasn't ever been a crime
i'll not forget the duende
of the painted ocean scene
komorebi through the forest
yellow dappled green
the coloured leaves were all connected
on their window panes
i'm surviving my rough path
while they're strolling down their gentle lanes
YOU ARE READING
☾moonpoems☽
Poetry© 2016 SwitchandMixie highest rating: #159 in poetry i wrote these crappy things so please don't take :) there are no capital letters in this book because sometimes we need a break from capital letters that scream at us and make everything s...
