rivulets of starlings
it's another day
skeletal trees and sparkling seas
it's another week
blooming bursts of flowers
it's another month
liquified sunshine staining skin
it's another year
when will my life start?
YOU ARE READING
maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
