The rocking chair creaks
under
a blanket of white
As it's soft voice
Calls
To a place far
far away
Where light
peeks
through empty holes
But the steadiness
does not
waver
For the rocking chair
will always be there
until the sun is
set
YOU ARE READING
deep feelings </3
PoetryPoems Are wings the wings used to fly to find the horizon To open our eyes It is the depths of the the ocean to flee from life's end Only to resurface once again I will be publishing poems here and there. I hope you like them! Some rhyme and some do...
