Through the translucent barrier,
small figures frolic in the meadow.
Lunging to reach beyond the interior,
an echo recurs in a chastised staccato.
Within the myriad of inquisitions,
concealed flames of curiousity burn.
Waves of fortissimo lift accusations,
extinguished desires shroud in urn.
Ephemeral hours weaved by time,
turn into moonlight incandescent.
Soon freedom comes as it chimes,
verisimo plays in the luminescence.
Cascading lights flicker in unison,
days flow in an accelerando tempo.
Conundrums escalate each season,
an impending series of crescendo.
a/n: if you are who you are, this is was meant for you to see it as it is.
YOU ARE READING
a small book of poems.
PoetryAll the following poems are made by me Hope you enjoy! Suggest topics in the comments and I'll update as fast as I can! ****DISCLAMER*** I do not own the photos. Owner is in the photos. PLAGIRISM IS A CRIME. SO YAH. ONE PIECE OF AD...
