Travelling around.
No place to be.
Nowhere to call home.
Moving through strange streets.
And moving past unfamiliar mountains.
The darkness of night is consuming.
Threatening,
And cold.
This forbidding prospect grows calm,
With one look at the stars,
To know you're looking at them too.
YOU ARE READING
That Poetry Book
PoetryThis book is a compilation of all original poetry written by me (unless otherwise stated). The poems inside range from love to nature to sports, and everything in between. I'm going to try to incorporate as many genres as possible. This is the firs...
