Remember me as a time of the day
Even the one when the colors fade away
I can be the moon standing behind a tree
Gazing down youngsters and making you feel free.
Maybe I'm the sunrise bringing something new
Perhaps a dawn mystery which you never knew
Me is the sunset full of pretty colors
Also the cold night that brings dolors.
YOU ARE READING
In Waves
PoetryThese are some poems I've written and kept them to myself due the fact I never wanted anyone to read them.This I feel,and to some of you they might be just words. These are not words,they're all feelings spilled in ink.
