Peace.
Wires of this tree
Circle the graying earth.
Silence.
Clips of clouds
Surround the bridges
Of the sunset stars.
Anger.
Hues of flame
Burn the subtlest
Of soul leaves.
While life is short,
So is a sun's ray.
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Someone Like Me {Poetry}
PoetryWith power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.
