Among the trees
Danced the fleas
In rythm with bees
And the cool breeze
The chirping of reedbird
On the surface of wet yard
Whispering of a diligent nerd
In between the shallow gird
There was a peace long scoured
In the past it was badly devoured
Found it in the woods lumbered
But still breathing, secretly admired
But damaged it is, hardly alive
Waiting for another coming strive
Will it again become a deadly hive
Or will still be fighting to survive
YOU ARE READING
THE RHYMES IN ME
PoetryJust a few poems i want to save somewhere I GOT IT ON NUMBER 55 IN POETRY TAG🥺❤ You can read if you want But they are not more than okay so its upto you And I am not even a native nor am I fluent much But yeah I love English literature so..... An...
