I stand alone on this cliff side.
Over looking the sea.
My little house.
Away from everyone.
Stands behind.
I live here alone.
As not to be disturbed.
By anyone.
No one comes here.
And I don't go there.
It's like being on another planet.
A peaceful one.
The ocean below.
I hear it crashing on the rocks.
It's so pretty up here.
But it's getting cold.
I must go inside.
My little house.
I'll put the fire on.
And snuggle up warn on my sofa.
Watching the fire dance.
And flicker.
S.R.Worth
YOU ARE READING
Seeing colour in the shade
PoesíaI'm the type of person to hold back when it comes to the people around me. My mind works different I see colour in the shade, some see black and white with a little gray, sometimes. I can see it all. So this is my poems I write every now and then.
