Thick wooden hands reach for the light,
Green clothes cover the swaying bodies,
The wind rustles the thick green hair,
Patches of light filter onto the earthy dance floor,
The dancers' creaks and groans echo throughout the wide room,
The ceiling of blue stretches on forever,
The music of the breeze plays softly in the background.
YOU ARE READING
Losing the Luster of Life
PoesíaA collections of poems that I had written down in my journal. I finally decided to post them. Enjoy!
