Im kind of thinking to continue this anytime sooner, but here it is incase I am not able to. ~jayelle
"Seed"
The sky was very clear.
Why did it turned gray?
Then the rain came pouring,
Felt that I was left there standing.
The seed within that you'll always take,
I'll leave it here where it's blind and safe.
Outside the perimeter it'll wake,
Maybe yes, maybe no, all odds it'll face.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThey say poems are the writer's identity and secret keepers. It shields them from people yet are exposed. Poems are great wonders-- It is deep and very meaningful.
