Nothing that is the smell,
Except for the decaying leafs dancing around.
And the grass in the meadow as green as evergreens,
Tickling the ankles of those who walk past.
The moist air around the moon,
And the satisfying sound of an owls hoot.
A willow tree swaying in the wind,
Followed by a deep feeling within.
The night air nipping at my heels,
Is all I can feel.
Up above shining bright,
Is the stars and the moon like a beacon light.
Nothing can break these feelings,
Even when you wake up and stare at the ceiling.
~The Imaginary Meadow~
(Knesha Green)
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This Dark Place (Poems)
PoetryRandom poems I've made. They aren't that good but it helps me with my feelings. These poems get dark, while others inform. Please leave a vote if you liked any!
