Okay, this one I just wrote 'cause I was bored. Still, please comment and vote!
There is a place in the forest
A little town and a little house
Tiny and wooden, deserted
Overgrown with vines
And ripe with wild berries
There is a place in the city
To-go coffee cups and trains
People rushing from place to place
And a tall building, home to dozens
With a small room and a green couch
There is a place in the suburbs
Houses unique only by the art
Chalk dust on the sidewalk,
Rain painting canvases white
Rainbows bloom there
There is a place in the South
It's always green, dotted with ponds
None naturals, all hiding behind masks
The forest alone grows wild, even on the frayed face
Of the brick house
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Pure ~ A Collection of Poetry
PoetryA simple collection of poems I've put together, meant to get you thinking. I wrote some and gathered some, but if you don't like poetry, don't read. ;) RANKED #356 IN POETRY ON 7/27/2016!
