Tip toes, neck craned
Eyes above the peak
Of the sea of heads
To see, to feel, to breathe
The sunrise, and the sunset
That is opposite
Across the vast blues
Headed north, south, east, west
YOU ARE READING
Quintessence (on hold)
Poesía(n.)-the most perfect embodiment of something. A collection of poems and prose [© 2014, silencieuse. All rights reserved]
