They spoke in languages I didn't understand
They smiled with glistening teeth
And had diamonds embracing their hands
They traveled in flocks like ravenous birds
Gusts of wind with each wingbeat
And sang in warbled words
They swooped and swarmed, their feathers ablaze
Buzzards surrounding me, their prey
And all I could see was a crimson haze
Their words were anything but kind
But to each other, they were saints
With darkness floating around their minds
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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...
