Imagine...
Laying on smooth grass
Head sinking into a pillow made of clouds
You hear the whistling of the wind
The light flutter of tree leaves
The swiftly running river gently splashing against its banks.
The sounds all blending into a soft melody
The moon shines a bright platinum
Watching, protecting
Its army of stars sparkling like diamonds
In navy skies painted with wisps of smoke
A blanket of mist stretches over the land
Falling over your frame and driving out the cold
Simply relax, and allow the tunes of nature to lull you to sleep
CITEȘTI
Witching Hour: Lost in Thought
PoezieTitled "Witching Hour" because most of my poem ideas come to me way past midnight when I'm trying to sleep. The topics are pretty diverse, but there are definitely things I write about more often than others. Also If you don't like the first few...
