Mother Natures Love
-
Under her breath she whispers the songs of the moon
And sends love letters to the forest
It is almost as if mother nature carved her with the suns magic
And shadowed her with the moons glow
12
YOU ARE READING
Phosphenes
PoesíaAfter a long day you lay down on your bed and slip on your headphones. When you close your drooping eyes, you see colors of lights upon your eyelids. As you lose yourself in the color, the bright lights begin to swirl and you find yourself slipping...
