I listened, there was not a sound to hear.
In the great rain of moonlight pouring down.
The eucalyptus trees were carved in silver,
And a light mist of silver lulled the town.
I saw off in the gray Pacific Bearings
A broad white disk of flame
And on the garden-walk a snail beside me
Tracing in crystal slowly the way he came
YOU ARE READING
My Poem Book
PuisiA bunch of poems that I felt like posting. Some sad and some will be happy. Just take it word per word as I wrote them. This story will not be complete in any way until I think that there are enough inside for me to make a second book. Until then ha...
