A clouded meadow with beautiful blossoms,
Dawdled by the soft wind during mornings.
Daisies and Dandelions that I laid on my bosom
Made me breathe deeply and sing.
Nature's petite allies are everywhere,
Ladybugs with their spotted abdomen,
And hyperactive butterflies found their pairs,
I feel alive taking words from nature's den.
The love of literature is the ultimate gift,
Like words flowing out from someone's cup.
Conveying words from an ancient crypt,
As I climb the beanstalk to make it to the top.
A steadfast meadow, elegant and green,
Hazy and dwelled with frigid ambiance.
They shredded my darkness and broke my pin,
And healed my affinities and the world’s alliance.
Our flowers that we've grown together,
Rose from gush on the river of happiness.
Now the memories were engraved down the earth forever,
Perched in the glare and unloaded the harness.
The morning came,
My mind absorbed the words of wisdom.
I don't feel pressured and lame,
Though the words brought me to my kingdom.
YOU ARE READING
The 18th Amendment (Revised Edition) (Anthology I)
PoetryTrying to reinvent himself during dire times. He found himself in a crooked path that no one leads to happiness.
