As I lay beneath the burning amber sky,
With the black silhouettes of trees dancing in the gentle, warm breeze.
The setting sun mellowing all the colours,
And red streaks in the sky, of great days promised to come.
I knew, I wanted this to be my forever.
11.5.16
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The little things
PuisiThis is compilation of little poetry things. Highest in poetry (what's hot) #52 #8 in poetry undiscovered/up and coming Contains strong language. © all rights reserved If you find these poems have been copied or translated without my permission or c...
