Dancing through the trees,
Golden-haired watchers of the forest.
Scarcely spotted between the leaves,
Living in harmony.
Knowing not of wars nor death,
The concrete jungle strange and harsh.
Yet there is no escape,
Now a home exists only in the words upon this page.
YOU ARE READING
Assorted poems of a MoonWolf
PuisiSimply a collection of my regularly written poems, varying in length, style and subject :) Cover provided by someone I haven't heard from in a while..
