Scene of Love
North is chocolate,
South is evergreens,
East is burnt wood,
West is coal black.
Sounds dark,
but they are the only light for me,
Set above a perfect cliff,
Over casted by a shallow dirty pond.
Cliff ends in a soft pink field,
Little red rose in-between,
With little brown doves,
Dotting the flushed cheeks.
~ and ~
I grew to love this scene
That I called mine
+++by anna miller
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ŞiirDark, cruel & dry-humor. Three adjectives used to describe these poems, following me through my life. If a poem does not make sense, re-read with your mind open. Then if it still does not make sense, read my re-cap of the poem at the end. Enjoy r...
