a white field of beauty
spread on the ground
with a sun in the center
cheering little girls
as they make daisy chains -
crowning innocence,
fairies of their own domain
weaving little-by-little
childhood tales
with wings in each step
as they stumble and run
towards new beginnings.
YOU ARE READING
empty
Poetryspaces and spaces - of black lies, of broken promises - leaving me empty with so much to say to you.. will you hear me? hear me as I say - read my words from the pages of my heart and of my memories filling up my empty soul.