I used to feel
A green hill wth a path between
The sun light up my face
Showing the brightest day i had
I used to see
A green eyes boy standing
Send me a a burning look
Lead me to the last redamancy I seen
I used to dream
Standing on the top of clouds
With myself as a solivagant
Guide me to see the sun behind its back.
YOU ARE READING
The Black Star
PoetryThis is the symbolism of life, love, and hurt. When brain can't tell anything, the words will be the right way. The poem will be the teacher, and you will be the seeker.
