The bitter morning burns
like brandy poured from a pitcher.
The sandy landscape is far away
and weighs on my mind as I gaze
upon the glowing leaves, and bees
that buzz and clash against the window -
a sight far different from the one I saw
last evening in the town; the streaming lights
lit the fog, like portals to another world -
Whirling from beacons above
my head, and casting shadows from trees
Into the sky.
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Poems of my Mind
PoetryThese are a collection of poems that I have written in my spare time and at University. They're in practically chronological order from 2009 - present day (except the first couple) so the most recent updates WILL be more thought-out and poetic. But...
