I peer out of my balcony and gaze at the rolling hills while the stars dance across the night sky. The moon is a flash light alowing me to see the river twist and turn endlessly. The music of chricets playing their violins suround the valley. Then a fire sparks on the horizon rising high up in to the heavens.
YOU ARE READING
a night
Poetryjust a little short extended metaphor i wrote. Thought i should publish it on here.
