Keep me away, Unattached
from the world on where I prey.
Upon the unknown of the galaxy,
or galaxies.
Creeping upon many
Is the wonder, the craving for the definite,
finding the indefinite.
Many are waiting to see the unseen,
what is yet to be discovered is what one yearns for.
One day, we will be covered in the stars,
and constellate the papers of knowledge.
YOU ARE READING
Berry Tree
PoetryA book of poems, scrambled thoughts, and endless stories. A bit mysterious, but that's the fun of it. You make the story; you imagine, and wonder. Each page is like picking a new berry from a tree.
