What do you know
Of jazz fingers
And rock 'n roll hearts?
Of fever dreams
And abstract art?
What do you know
Of mercury tears
And grenade cries?
Of paper moons
And crumpled skies?
What do you know
Of simple truths
And colorless lies?
Of stringless kites
And helpless goodbyes?
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
