We are all just pioneers
Driving tiny wagons into new worlds every day
With two black horses slowly greying
And once-tight ropes subtly fraying
I've driven past barren landscapes swirling with screaming winds and
Vivid meadows full of butterflies and crimson roses
And I'm a hydrophobic girl
Diving into new oceans every day,
The salt filling my mouth and leaving my eyes
I try to learn to swim on my own
Until I find a place on the land to call home
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Jars of Stars
RandomThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
