My heart falling from the sky
Tears are rising from the ground
No more asking where I've been
There's too much to tell
And now I'm starting to begin
Bright shadows dancing in the wind
It's blowing and time within
Not racing but going
No more, this wasted journey
Inside I'm still but turning
The flowers boldly dull
Yet shine and glisten in the dark
I lie awake, I'm soaring
My mood, I'm chasing stories
In this way that has no sense
There's greater meaning for the wise
Atop these magenta trees
There may be a road for the one who cannot travel
Where fires cold, the winters warm
And what's kind has become a dreamers land
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryRandom poems, nothing special. It's more of a hobby when I'm bored or have something on my mind. It's just a bunch of stuff I originally put up on mirakee. There's more on there than here because I get lazy to put it here. You can find me @ see_less...
