As words are scribed onto the page
The words of
Life
Love
And hope
The work of a young girl
As wind blows through her golden brown hair
She continues to capture the sights
This haven of her dreams
She looks up and is filled with gratitde
The darkness is surrounding her
As she stares at the crystals of the night
Then begins the simple melody
As the girl
Drifts
Safley
To calm nights rest
YOU ARE READING
Blooming Words
Poetrywords don't write themselves Instead, they grow and bloom in the minds of us all
