It floats
up
up
hallucinating
the light is near
the stars they judge
oh how horribly it comes
a smiling face
forgiving grace
they are below you
singing songs of rhyme and to count
for their people of this generation
up
up
it feels artificial
YOU ARE READING
book of poetry
PoetryLovely poetry for you and me to share The sun sets as i stare Into your eyes so brown so blue The airy breeze that blows soft cottony cottons frolicking rabbits brown, green, red, yellow foxes dance in the meadows. In poetry lane where it sometimes...
