I ran through the hills
Faster than the winds
With Blades of grass
Grazing my heels
I scaled the sky
With dream-woven wings
And grasped the stars
As their heat burned my palms
I slept in the clouds
Just to wake up plummeting down
Winds letting me fall
Not caring at all
I woke up with
Skinned knees
And a bruised ego
But not with a broken will.
YOU ARE READING
A Graveyard Of Words
PoetryA poetry collection ------------------- My words will just die without having been read My voice will only be swallowed by the cavern of thoughts without leaving an echo My stories will cease to exist. COMPLETED. ©bil garcia/ flightywords
